Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks - Back 2x lyrics

Ah
Ayo, from now on
Niggas gotta call me the Pyrex man
(Ah, ayo, yo, yo)
I gotta stamp that shit
Niggas tryna take my shit
Mr. Pyrex Man, that's me, nigga
(Ah, ayo)
Feel what I'm sayin'?
The Butcher, nigga (Ayo)
I know what y'all want
Y'all want me back
On that Daringer shit, nigga
I know what y'all niggas want
Mr. Pyrex Man
The butcher comin', nigga
You know what I do with
A fork, nigga (Ah)
Yo, uh-huh

I'm eatin' caviar off ciabatta


That's chopped in (Uh)
When I quit, the guys I fed off
Narcotics done got slim (Uh, huh)
My style mixed with Boldy James
Now and 2Pac then (Then)
Don't compare me to no nigga
That's not in the top ten (Don't do that)
And all that weird rapper shit (Uh, huh)
And they not near half as this (Me?)
Be in my ear cappin' while I'm
Focused on the tier after this
Put out a number one, then another
One less than a year after it (Uh, huh)
I'm humble, but you fuckin' bums should be
Somewhere practicin' (Nigga)
These Cartiers with the
Diamonds solitaire hazardous
I swear these hoes fall out the air
Soon as they stare at this shit
Square packages, I stepped on 'em
StairMaster bricks
Then whipped another half a square out
My rare bag of tricks (Ah)
This one for the family no matter
What awards they hand me (Sopranos)
I went and spent another buck on some water
I can call a Grammy (Nigga)
I took orders cookin' fancy in kitchens like
Gordon Ramsay (Haha)
Agents make sure they payin' me
My trap like a Morgan Stanley
For niggas knew what happened
I was on Montana with white
Arm & Hammer with ice, connected like
Joe Montana and Rice
Scanners and lights, you value your team
You payin' 'em right?
(You payin' 'em right?)
Candid advice, you gon' need 'em when they
Read the Miranda rights, yeah (Real shit)
The first day my dog got his whip
We was smokin' in it (Smokin' in it)
He had a Glock on his hip
Thirty plus shots was loaded in it
I told him, "Go and tint it, " he said
"Fuck that, " had no intentions (Fuck that)
'Cause when he pull up slow with switches
He want 'em to know he did it, uh (Uh)

We brought it back, back (We brought it back)
I dropped it in the pot, it came back, back
(It came all the way back)
Soon as we unload this rental
We right back, back (We back)
Have my shooter bend a corner
I bet he back, back
(I bet he, brr, bah, bah, woo)
Back, back (Go)
We dropped it in the pot
It came back, back
(Came back, back)
Soon as we unscrew these doors
Boy, we back, back
I have my shooter bend a corner
Bet he back, back
(Brr, bah, bah)

Was cooking cocaine in designer
I turned seventeen ounces to thirty-nine
Watched big homie lay that shit up
On the heat like Harold Miner
I just dropped mine on the
Heat like Kyle Lowry
All the Vlone came from Bari
All the kilos came stamped with a balloon
It's time to party (Woo)
Drivin' sixes in the sun with that rocket
I think I'm Barkley (Woo)
And I ain't bring a chip home (Nah)
Bitch, I brought a brick home (Yeah)
Did it off the flip phone (Ah)
Had the feds in there tip-toein' (Woo)
I left some dirty pots and a note that said
"I been gone" (Woo)
I been hit that number, bitch
I been up, bitch
I been on (Bitch, we been on)
We was worth six figures
On them barbershop steps
Was cookin' hard with my left (Left)
Parallel parkin' my Lex'
Hear the barkin' from them bundles
Had that dog food on deck
Now my last check look like
I play for the Nets
But we ain't breakin' no sweat
We in the rental, 'bout to freeze
Don't you turn up the degrees
It's a brick in the vent
Stove

We brought it back, back
(We brought it back)
I dropped it in the pot
It came back, back
(It came all the way back)
Soon as we unload this rental
We right back, back (We back)
Have my shooter bend a corner
I bet he back, back
(I bet he, brr, bah, bah, woo)
Back, back (Go)
We dropped it in the pot
It came back, back (Came back, back)
Soon as we unscrew these doors
Boy, we back, back
I have my shooter bend a corner
Bet he back, back
(Brr, bah, bah)