Benny the Butcher, 38 Spesh - Freestyle (Cocaine Cowboys) lyrics

Uh yeah
Benny, I see you, nigga huh
Uh uh
Let’s go

Yo, I could tell you all fake
Y’all ain’t move hard base
 run through long cake
8 ball niggas still moving pool hall weight
When I transport
I got to call the U-Haul place
From the murder capital of New York state
Gun shoot off, bullets go through y’all face
You move far, but don’t think you all safe
Have them niggas all through y’all place
Every month, I got a new court date
Every month I got a new car
Benz with the 2 door, New York plates
Putting dick in a new whore’s face
Selling quarter bricks to five
I might give you two for eight
When the drought came, y’all was starving
I had six hoes with a
Brick in each broad apartment
I don’t cop cars from the auction
Green spaceship, dark tint
Call it Marvin the Martian
Right, I was mobbing and bossing
Glock for two reasons, robbing and flossing
Had problems, now they’re all in the coffin
Hoes give me head ‘til
Their jaws is exhausted
Right, I’m a slick type dude
With iced out, thick Slick Rick type jewels
CL6 so your bitch might cruise
A nice whip make a dyke bitch like dudes
Ooh, I wish a nigga might snooze
Try it, you gon’ make tonight news
Right, y’all found the right dude
My hands get dirty quicker
Than all white shoes
Right, I look at niggas like food
Or look at niggas like fools
Shit, if I don’t sell a brick in a day
My whole night’s screwed
I sell a brick in a day, I’m in a nice mood
Later on at night, I got your wife nude
And I’m putting pipe through her tubes
Man I live this shit
It ain’t right what I do
I do it so these can write what I do right

This shit won’t stop, nah
There’s too many gats
Too many bricks of coke, way too many rats
The flow been tough, the 3-pound 7
Just right, my shot will break a grown man up
I put a plan together, get away, hide up
My baby mother the getaway driver
You gon’ bleed, I’ll spit a clip
They catch me, I don’t give a shit
I don’t plead innocent the kush my favorite
Soda and the scale on the table
I know she ‘bout to cook my favorite
Hope I don’t get took by agents
Come share a cell with a nigga with a foot
The weight going cheap
I can pop the trunk to show you
A bag heavier than Skateboard P
It’s a horror flick when the click
Bitches on my dick an enormous list
I suggest the chef make sure
The raw is whipped
And the shooters gonna make sure the rich
She bugging
So I tell her her drive and be cool
You could give me brain like
An Ivy League school she said, I got faith
I told her I believe too
So next time you have that yay
Tell ‘em I’ma need two
I get them like this, it’s shorty
I could turn your life to a success story
No matter how you’re saying
It, it’s the Mayor, bitch
I could move the work before
I’m done weighing it
Shooting for the top with a 30 30
Big birds on my block like Bert and Ernie
It might just hit me, the workers chirp me
Bring them white chicks with me
Laverne & Shirley
Money on the table and money on the way
My kush bill a hundred it a day
And it’s surely, my nigga cheah
What y’all wanna do? Ha
I just thought I’ll ask spesh, what up?
Cheah and I’m back