Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine - Dirty Needles lyrics

Turn me up some
Benny and Conway, dirty needles

Baggin' up white in the middle of the room
Had me sittin' in Elmira in
The middle of June where I'm from
Niggas is food unless they pick up a tool
I even got it on me when I
Pick my kids up from school
Shit, street nigga so I live the rules
I was skippin' school
Tryin' to get a plug on a brick of food
I get 'em shipped to ya livin' room
One call, i bet they touchdown in NY
Just like Victor Cruz
The beef new but the pistol used
Dippin' through
Stickin' through the window so long
They think it's a broom
It's my town, don't get shit confused
You got it misconstrued, none


Of us wrapped tight, we got missin' screws
Middle finger to the pigs in blue
I have my young nigga aimin' a SIG
Right at ya wig and shoot
The street shit too unpredictable
That's why I got pistol
And wear it to work like it's a business suit
Fuck you niggas chasin' if it ain't a bag
Wavin' mags
20 niggas with me wearin' Haitian flags
My homie told me turn the pot
Down 'fore I break the glass
I'm weighin' powder
Smokin' sour from Jamaica Ave
I watched the whole brick take a bath
I seen a dope boy make Benz
Money and still take a cab
Dope money buried like it's Jimmy Hoffa
Walkin' out of Benihanas
Coke on my Baleicagas
An OG'll blow ya shit off for 50 dollars
Half a brick of raw, white as Cyndi Lauper
I'm in the trap eatin' fish and lobster
I like the clips, sip the vodka
Black Sopranos we considered mobsters
Your dough short as Andy Milonakis
She a hood rat, as soon as I fuck her
She a trendin' topic
I load the beam if it's any problems
They expect that from you when you coach
The team like you Jimmy Johnson
I move like the Feds really watchin'
In New York city shoppin'
That's what they think, nigga
We really coppin'
Look, I know what you really coppin'
You rap the shit, i'm wrappin' a brick look
Like I'm Milly Rockin'
It take a hundred bands to fill these Robins
And I can rap, trap, stick niggas up
It's way too many options
You hatin' niggas way too busy watchin'
That's why it's on me, army jacket
The semi fittin' in any pocket
For you learn to win you gotta handle defeat
Y'all scared
We prepared if guns jam up in beef
We got extra straps
Extra clips layin' on the seat
My plate full, but's that cool 'cause
The plan was to eat, let's go

Ayo, we been at this shit
Since we was little, nigga
Been had our foot on these niggas neck, nigga

Look, talkin' crazy to a G'll get
You hit with the pump
Spray ya whip with the street sweeper
Leave you bitch niggas slumped
Got the 30s in my lap
Got the sticks in the trunk
I don't think a issue is really
What you bitch niggas want
Got the shooters out lurkin' on
A mission to hunt
5 in the mornin' in your bushes
Had to sniff him a bump to stay on his toes
He comin' for the bricks that you pump
Or he gon' leave ya face twisted
From him blickin' his gun
I mean, look, I hate rappers, I swear I do
'Cause 90% of these niggas sound terrible
Might send shooters to ya show
Just to air at you the pain from a shell in
The stomach is unbearable
Might come to ya funeral
Shoot your pall bearers too
'Cause it's fuck you and them
Six niggas that carried you
Yeah, got the rifle with the scope
I'm the nicest with the flow 'til I go
I'm comfortable, boy, I'm back at home
Two tone MAC, black and
Chrome, leg shot, shit, crackin' bone
Facts is known
Pussy nigga I don't ask for loans
They wanna build my statue in Rome
And that's from rap alone
Don't get confused, bitch
I will put you on the news quick
And use ya news clip for a
New skit on my new shit
Huh, SK long as a pool stick
Griselda, bitch, that's how we do shit
Machine