Benny the Butcher, Harry Fraud - Talkin' Back lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, Harry Fraud - Talkin' Back lyrics]
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Brr (So I'm talkin' back)
The Butcher comin', nigga
(So I'm talkin' back)
Somebody gotta go (So I'm talkin' back)
And it ain't gon' be me
Uh, don't put no faith in no nigga
No faith in no bitch i was in the cell
Thinkin' 'bout ways to get rich
All these chains on my neck
I'm still a slave in a sense
Ben Frank on a hundred
But my face on a brick (Brick)
You can't tell me shit unless
You run your paper up bought the weight
Then took it out of state on a Megabus
You grew up 'round snakes, you relate to us
Lookin' out for niggas that I
Couldn't get a favor from shots hit you
Doc stitch you with a staple gun
You not a gangster 'til they put
You in the paper once
I know a gangster when I'm lookin'
In the face of one million dollar appetite
It's like I got a taste for one
Ah, I really had to clean this dough
You ain't a boss
Everybody on your team just broke
It was either starve or sling this coke
Thirty bands worth of jewels on
With seats in coach, nigga
(Nigga)
Dope money talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back)
Streets talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back, Crack)
Dope money talkin' to me
(And I'm talkin' back, yeah, uh)
These hoes talkin' to me
(And I'm talkin' back, coca)
The streets talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back, I got you, Butcher)
My plug talkin' to me
(And I'm talkin' back, Crack)
Chill with all that negative energy
'Cause I'll turn a negative
Nigga into a memory (Brrah)
Y'all been takin' big Ls since "The Enemy"
Southern slang
Servin' your bumps for like ten a ki
(Ten a ki)
Drag me in and out of court, Harvey Weinstein
Threw that white up in the pot
Gave 'em pipe dreams
And watch it spread like the Wuhan virus
Do 'em dirty for the low like Wu Tang 'Sirus
(ODB) no mask, we let it flame on camera
Moppin' niggas, movin' keys like a janitor
Gangs of New York
My niggas'll pull the heater out
Told Butcher if he pokes the right artery
He'll bleed out
Dope money talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back)
Streets talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
Dope money talkin' to me
(And I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me
(And I'm talkin' back)
The streets talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
Brr (So I'm talkin' back)
The Butcher comin', nigga
(So I'm talkin' back)
Somebody gotta go (So I'm talkin' back)
And it ain't gon' be me
Uh, don't put no faith in no nigga
No faith in no bitch i was in the cell
Thinkin' 'bout ways to get rich
All these chains on my neck
I'm still a slave in a sense
Ben Frank on a hundred
But my face on a brick (Brick)
You can't tell me shit unless
You run your paper up bought the weight
Then took it out of state on a Megabus
You grew up 'round snakes, you relate to us
Lookin' out for niggas that I
Couldn't get a favor from shots hit you
Doc stitch you with a staple gun
You not a gangster 'til they put
You in the paper once
I know a gangster when I'm lookin'
In the face of one million dollar appetite
It's like I got a taste for one
Ah, I really had to clean this dough
You ain't a boss
Everybody on your team just broke
It was either starve or sling this coke
Thirty bands worth of jewels on
With seats in coach, nigga
(Nigga)
Dope money talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back)
Streets talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back, Crack)
Dope money talkin' to me
(And I'm talkin' back, yeah, uh)
These hoes talkin' to me
(And I'm talkin' back, coca)
The streets talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back, I got you, Butcher)
My plug talkin' to me
(And I'm talkin' back, Crack)
Chill with all that negative energy
'Cause I'll turn a negative
Nigga into a memory (Brrah)
Y'all been takin' big Ls since "The Enemy"
Southern slang
Servin' your bumps for like ten a ki
(Ten a ki)
Drag me in and out of court, Harvey Weinstein
Threw that white up in the pot
Gave 'em pipe dreams
And watch it spread like the Wuhan virus
Do 'em dirty for the low like Wu Tang 'Sirus
(ODB) no mask, we let it flame on camera
Moppin' niggas, movin' keys like a janitor
Gangs of New York
My niggas'll pull the heater out
Told Butcher if he pokes the right artery
He'll bleed out
Dope money talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back)
Streets talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
Dope money talkin' to me
(And I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me
(And I'm talkin' back)
The streets talkin' to me
(So I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)