Benny the Butcher - Loose Page lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher - Loose Page lyrics]
I'm from a hard part of town
Where them gats go off if you bitched
This a strip I shouldn’t catch you on
Bust yo gat
If you don't sell crack you starve
Niggas handshake with handguns, tattoo scars
You ain't strapped you wrong
You know niggas after you dog come through
They will live you wet
Like this bathroom floor
Stunting to me, the coupe did a 103
I looked at the cashier like
They ain’t want a receipt i hate rappers
I swear they don't want it with me
I ate rappers and still got some in my teeth
They just wanna see the ground
Break under my feet
I'm too strong I know the end
So I gave em a little time
But they ain't heard nothing yet
All that b-boy talk and they
Ain't serve nothing yet
The nerve of em! Like I
Ain't never served nothing wet one and two
Like they ain't never
Served nothing stretched
Look! shoutout my Miami things, video broads
Shit get cooked raw
Plus run a team like Danny Ainge
Yeah I'm on that powder shit
Cocaine shower shit tell em fifteen minutes
Really like an hour shit
Say I’m on my way but
I’m really in the shower, shit
Fore I leave the house I pray
May we all bow and shit
That tech good but it's messy though
I need that speshi though
Goodfella how she get a Pesci roll
I got a fetish, love to break the fucking raw
Got a phonebook stacked from
Stacking up the raw
All money ain’t good, take it from a boss
But you would die ever try
Take it from a boss
Look, fuck niggas better ask about two chainz
Now four pound got kicked like Liu Kang
They couldn't take me off the streets
I was too flame
I wrote a book for the Gs, this a loose page
Where them gats go off if you bitched
This a strip I shouldn’t catch you on
Bust yo gat
If you don't sell crack you starve
Niggas handshake with handguns, tattoo scars
You ain't strapped you wrong
You know niggas after you dog come through
They will live you wet
Like this bathroom floor
Stunting to me, the coupe did a 103
I looked at the cashier like
They ain’t want a receipt i hate rappers
I swear they don't want it with me
I ate rappers and still got some in my teeth
They just wanna see the ground
Break under my feet
I'm too strong I know the end
So I gave em a little time
But they ain't heard nothing yet
All that b-boy talk and they
Ain't serve nothing yet
The nerve of em! Like I
Ain't never served nothing wet one and two
Like they ain't never
Served nothing stretched
Look! shoutout my Miami things, video broads
Shit get cooked raw
Plus run a team like Danny Ainge
Yeah I'm on that powder shit
Cocaine shower shit tell em fifteen minutes
Really like an hour shit
Say I’m on my way but
I’m really in the shower, shit
Fore I leave the house I pray
May we all bow and shit
That tech good but it's messy though
I need that speshi though
Goodfella how she get a Pesci roll
I got a fetish, love to break the fucking raw
Got a phonebook stacked from
Stacking up the raw
All money ain’t good, take it from a boss
But you would die ever try
Take it from a boss
Look, fuck niggas better ask about two chainz
Now four pound got kicked like Liu Kang
They couldn't take me off the streets
I was too flame
I wrote a book for the Gs, this a loose page