Benny the Butcher, Pusha T - 18 Wheeler lyrics

Let's go hah, let's go you know what this is
The Butcher comin', nigga ay, look

We don't do no price talk 'cause
I already know they numbers
Plus me and your old connect was
Tighter than them Dolce runners
First time I ever cooked a deuce
I got a four-way from it
Stabbed it in the pot so many
Times they think OJ done it
If me and Push would've linked back
When I was a dealer
That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia
Enough glitter on my neck that
Make my ex-bitch bitter
I pulled up to the 'jects pushin'
The Lex' like I'm Jigga, uh
To really make these type of checks
I took my chances
When I was travelin' without no license, yes
I really took those type of risks
I'm laughin' at indictment threats, huh
I used to sell Os
But now I outsell shows, to the feds
The trail cold
When I was locked, never called
But I used to send mail home
I got close homies that caught
New cases on jail phones
Velcro strap the clip
Got a curve like a elbow
She countin' up, when the bitch got the 50
Her nail broke
They talkin' racks, but my plug bring
It back on the sailboat, uh
And I flooded my corner right
After the scale broke that's your bitch
But I'm not a nigga she tell no (yeah)
'Cause you got the bitch fly
But it wasn't Chanel though

I'm nothin' like you new gangsters
Pointin' guns at the camera (Never)
I bet you niggas practice in the mirror
Brick of money to your earlobe
Six pics, same brick, somethin' weird though
They say a hero's nothin' but a sandwich
The 488 comin' through like
The prayin' mantis my bitches got standards
It's fair in love and war
It's okay to fuck a scammer
As long as he empty the bag like black Santa
Steak dinners at Dan Tana's, pick a Tamara
The purple in my rainbow is amethyst
Only I can coke rap this glamorous
The only drug dealer out at Fashion Week
With an 80 20 split like Master P
Why would I ever 50 50? You ain't half of me
Benny the Butcher comin' after me, Push

I flooded my corner
I flooded my corner right
After the scale broke
The 488 comin' through like
The prayin' mantis
That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia
As long as he empty the bag
As long as he empty the bag like Black Santa
I used to sell Os, Black Santa
I used to sell Os
Only I can coke rap this glamorous
This-this glamorous
Benny the Butcher, Push, Benny the Butcher
Push