Benny the Butcher - Mr. Pyrex Man lyrics

Ah it really ain't shit to talk about
I do this shit for the streets
Straight like that though
Ah, it's like a breath of Fresh Ayr
Yo, I'm Mr pyrex Man

Got my chicken up, whippin' up
Droppin' off and pickin' up
Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca
Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe
I tint it up spent more on jewels 'cause I
Don't give a fuck

They think I'm good 'cause I'm up, well
In a nutshell to labels
I'ma upsell street credit plus sells
They say it's luck, well, I proved 'em wrong
A half a million bucks later, yup
Still they’ll pray to see us fail
I'm really livin'
Crib way out the city limit
Bag the big up in eight balls
Only take twenty minutes
And niggas know my face card, run it up
I don't take long
Far as albums, I hatе y'all's
My shit be really hittin'
Threw a dufflе bag right to the
Plug like a shuffle pass
Impossible, I blew through obstacles
Niggas struggled past
Gave niggas game and they fumbled that
I come with that
Humble flex, this Cartier drippin'
Doin' jumpin' jacks
Can't take niggas serious
I pop big shit and get
These rap niggas furious
My bitch be like, "Period"
Stones in the Cuban get cold as Lake Erie get
Weak advice from fuck niggas who
Ain't give me shit

Got my chicken up, whippin' up
Droppin' off and pickin' up
Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca
Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe
I tint it up spent more on jewels 'cause I
Don't give a fuck

What y'all niggas know about the streets
On the internet talkin' freely?
Never touched this kind of
Paper and secretly, you wanna be me
Your hustle off completely
But I'm readin' off a cheat sheet
Stacked a couple hundred neatly
My team goin' for a threepeat

I'm holy as the Vatican, I'm passionate
My hunger for drug money and ratchet
Shit just creep back sporadically
Put a brick around me and
That'll be assault and battery
My city ain't seen this before
Me and won't after me
The mail stacked up so I'm sittin' on checks
What we gon' spend it
On next? Jewels drippin', on set
I need a spot out in
Florida where the Seminole's at you know
Jacksonville to Tampa like
I'm Leonard Fournette
I got love for my niggas
Some anxious and some patient
The patient ones up
The others just want cases
Put my chain on the table
And bitches start sunbathin'
When I dropped my last shit, niggas
Knew I was done playin', uh

Got my chicken up, whippin' up
Droppin' off and pickin' up
Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca
Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe
I tint it up spent more on jewels 'cause I
Don't give a fuck

What y'all niggas know about the streets
On the internet talkin' freely?
Never touched this kind of
Paper and secretly, you wanna be me
Your hustle off completely
But I'm readin' off a cheat sheet
Stacked a couple hundred neatly
My team goin' for a threepeat