Benny the Butcher - Fast Eddie lyrics

Uh, yeah, nigga it’s Benny, yo
I’ma squeeze the juice out you niggas
Yo, look

I don’t regret the homies I cut
Off or the bitches I cancelled
A blade in the kitchen, gripping a pot handle
You sitting for clipping
An innocent bystander
Low income livers grew to be
Niggas with high standards ay, look
Got my introduction robbing shit at Hustler’s
(true) they call to squash the beef
That’s not in the discussion
Made it to the point only
Reached by 5% of hustlers
Put it on the stove, I stretch it
And I can get the tumblers
Sparking pistols with long extendos
Spray the driver side like we
Tryna wash the windows
Something big and long on me
I won’t argue with you
I’ma let it off, then hit you
Then dolphin flip you
Look, you know the squad a
Hundred if the boss official
GxFR, I fuck around and carve it in you
We got used to being stars
Speeding off from venues
Ate at Benihana's and never
Ordered off the menus, let’s go
You not connected
Then you never spoke to me probably
I’m riding in the Ghost
But I’m smoking Ferrari
He said if I buy the TEC
He gon’ throw in the shottie
Cooking while you looking, if you
Broke or you slow, that’s Hibachi
I ain’t with this rap crap, I bag smack fam
Pap pap this black MAC, then flatten that man
These niggas in cac sack
Hooting jack mag then
Go and sharpen the top from the jack mag can
Nigga

Uh, fuck y’all niggas know about that?
(Fuck y’all niggas know about that?)
That’s why they sent me here
Uh, street shit, nigga
Y’all niggas forgot, the Butcher
Huh, I’m your reminder, I’m your consequence
Benny, Griselda, I’m the last
Nigga you wanna see, uh
Trust me, uh

I mean, that’s why I mention how good I
Am at cooking the brick
Went so deep in the game
Understood I couldn’t repent
Stood on the strip, P89 full to the tip
These bullets are swift
They probably gon’ lift the hood of your whip
Made nigga
I ain’t never been belittled before
Y’all shaking hands with them niggas
In the middle of war?
When you a street nigga
You gotta keep a pistol or sword
Think quickly, you lost and learn how
To forget what you saw, uh
You talking, straight hustling, tryna
Park the Wraith, stunting
Left the game, a lot of niggas ain’t get
To walk away from it
I’m talking graves and niggas walking
Off with state numbers
He been down since kids
It’s awful when he call to say something
Uh, what you know about shaving
Off a gray substance?
Brick of white girl and I call it Kate Hudson
I do this for the kids
That starved and ate nothing
And had to rock off brand just
'cause they fathers ain’t hustling
This year
I’ma make y’all niggas really respect me
Told West, "I gotta eat
You gotta really connect me"
And if I’m wrong, shit
Which one of y’all gon’ really correct me
If Conway catch a body
Guess who getting accessory?
Niggas hating, threw salt, nah
It didn’t affect me
Never cared who gave a fuck
About or didn’t accept me
Cold world, jumped in the game
Momma couldn’t protect me
Bought a gun and had to shoot
Like I was winning an ESPY
I had to dress the work up
Like I was getting it sexy
Had to serve the whole house just
Like a nigga was Geoffrey
Want the dick so bad
Your bitch willing to beg me
Like a police exam
These niggas not willing to test me let’s go

You niggas don’t want no smoke, man
I know what this is, man
You know what this is
Uh, these niggas not willing to test me
Uh, I dare you, dare you
It’s looking real bad for you niggas, man
Give your man a job or something
You niggas looking real hurt
We see how y’all faces look
You ain’t low, nigga, uh