Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh - 2 Weapons lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh - 2 Weapons lyrics]
I took every page out my life and put it all
In this rap shit and this what you get
I played ball
Played cards and had all of the aces
Raw glass
Minotaurs stashed all in the basement
Ain't tell like ya'll told when
You caught them lil cases i kept eating
And kept secrets like my father a mason
Old custies flipped
Had my name all in their statements
How I never took shorts
And how my corners was shaking
We played Little League and knew the
Streets was all for the taking
The OGs seen up your hunger
And all of them faces
Adapted quick to trap shit
It was all in my nature
I watched quarter joints and half
Bricks fall off my razor my bitch cold
And she smoke like she a quarter Jamaican
I talk numbers
All boss shit that ya'll could relate with
I like my Hennessy cold
You know water to chaser
Twenty deep, we all up, so we ordering cases
Toolies all on our waists, excuse me
Pardon my gangsta
Cuz it don't get no more street
Unless it's part of the pavement
Ayo, I used to grind to pay my momma mortgage
Run the faucet, put a fork inside the pot
Pray I find a fortune
Next thing you know I'm supplying bosses
And denying offers
Went from driving Porsches to flying saucers
I done had all kinda foreigns
Never got extorted
A nigga rob me? He dying for it new mop
Extra clip when twenty shots support it
That's enough shots to spit a
Sixteen and drop a chorus
My last plug got deported
He used to throw an extra brick on
Top of every block I ordered
Both my kids know that I support 'em
I'm copping Jordans
They momma and they poppa both shopaholics
You baller-block, and my block was balling
I put a phone line in your bitch name
And tell her not to call it
44 six shot revolver
One bullet'll have him jumping out the
Chair like he not the father
I'm testing crops' performance
I told 'em certain plants just talk to me
It's like the Shop of Horrors
My bitch said that I got to spoil her
She relied on me to eat for nothing
Now I got to starve her
We send hoes shopping for us
Not for clothes, they fix they credit and
Finance watches for us
Used to ride in a hot Explorer
Now it's two hard tops in NY
And one drop in Florida
I came a long way from copping quarters
Got a side bitch in Tahiti that see
Me when I stop in Bora
You talk tough, but I got the aura
Of a nigga that'll come and shoot
Your daughter while she watching Dora huh!
In this rap shit and this what you get
I played ball
Played cards and had all of the aces
Raw glass
Minotaurs stashed all in the basement
Ain't tell like ya'll told when
You caught them lil cases i kept eating
And kept secrets like my father a mason
Old custies flipped
Had my name all in their statements
How I never took shorts
And how my corners was shaking
We played Little League and knew the
Streets was all for the taking
The OGs seen up your hunger
And all of them faces
Adapted quick to trap shit
It was all in my nature
I watched quarter joints and half
Bricks fall off my razor my bitch cold
And she smoke like she a quarter Jamaican
I talk numbers
All boss shit that ya'll could relate with
I like my Hennessy cold
You know water to chaser
Twenty deep, we all up, so we ordering cases
Toolies all on our waists, excuse me
Pardon my gangsta
Cuz it don't get no more street
Unless it's part of the pavement
Ayo, I used to grind to pay my momma mortgage
Run the faucet, put a fork inside the pot
Pray I find a fortune
Next thing you know I'm supplying bosses
And denying offers
Went from driving Porsches to flying saucers
I done had all kinda foreigns
Never got extorted
A nigga rob me? He dying for it new mop
Extra clip when twenty shots support it
That's enough shots to spit a
Sixteen and drop a chorus
My last plug got deported
He used to throw an extra brick on
Top of every block I ordered
Both my kids know that I support 'em
I'm copping Jordans
They momma and they poppa both shopaholics
You baller-block, and my block was balling
I put a phone line in your bitch name
And tell her not to call it
44 six shot revolver
One bullet'll have him jumping out the
Chair like he not the father
I'm testing crops' performance
I told 'em certain plants just talk to me
It's like the Shop of Horrors
My bitch said that I got to spoil her
She relied on me to eat for nothing
Now I got to starve her
We send hoes shopping for us
Not for clothes, they fix they credit and
Finance watches for us
Used to ride in a hot Explorer
Now it's two hard tops in NY
And one drop in Florida
I came a long way from copping quarters
Got a side bitch in Tahiti that see
Me when I stop in Bora
You talk tough, but I got the aura
Of a nigga that'll come and shoot
Your daughter while she watching Dora huh!