Benny the Butcher, Nash, Hall - Tom Ford Socks lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, Nash, Hall - Tom Ford Socks lyrics]
Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks
I don't wanna talk, you gettin’ shot
I'm the nigga in my city
'Chine gun on my left titty
Feds still tryna get me
Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley
I can make a million in my sleep
Hangin out the roof with the street sweep
See how them Griselda boys manoeuvred it
Smell like waxin’ sour walkin
Out of Peter Luger streets consumed us
Little homie loved to grip his Ruger he 17
But he been a shooter like Dennis Schröder
Fuck nigga, look at you boy, you been a loser
You still a little nigga
Still a nigga junior
Go and get the hardest nigga
That nigga getting chewed up
Lyrically I'm a Bugatti, he a MINI Cooper
2K to tie a nigga shoe up
Bitch thinking I'ma scoop her
My Benz in the driveway, I sent the Uber
Griselda jersey, public school
Name rings a few bells
They know me in a few jails
Niggas threw shots but couldn't shoot well
They shot and missed
I'm Popovich my shooters move well
Without the ball, catch and shoot
Draw a play and execute
Full court pressure nigga sE forever nigga
Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks
I don't wanna talk, you gettin' shot
I'm the nigga in my city
’Chine gun on my left titty
Feds still tryna get me
Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley
I can make a million in my sleep
Hangin out the roof with the street sweep
I seen niggas break the code
It never felt correct
I watched niggas make a fortune
Dudes I helped connect
They say it’s two ways out the game
Bullets melt your flesh
Or catch a sentence and they change
You like you Malcolm X i slide through
My toasts sparking on a close target
We put an address on the beef
Like we the post office
I'm tryna sell this last half
O’ brick then go corporate
I got killers with me pulling
Up with blow torches
Would you feed a grown man
Or expect him to hunt?
They take the money out the hood
But never invested in us
I got two kids, I never neglected 'em once
I hope the democrats steal
The election from Trump
You got to bathe in holy water
And let it touch your face
The bottom of her shoes red
Like she crushing grapes
I turn the scale on and then I cut the tape
Ken Griffey Jr, I was touching base
Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks
I don't wanna talk, you gettin' shot
I’m the nigga in my city
'Chine gun on my left titty
Feds still tryna get me
Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley
I can make a million in my sleep
Hangin out the roof with the street sweep
I don't wanna talk, you gettin’ shot
I'm the nigga in my city
'Chine gun on my left titty
Feds still tryna get me
Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley
I can make a million in my sleep
Hangin out the roof with the street sweep
See how them Griselda boys manoeuvred it
Smell like waxin’ sour walkin
Out of Peter Luger streets consumed us
Little homie loved to grip his Ruger he 17
But he been a shooter like Dennis Schröder
Fuck nigga, look at you boy, you been a loser
You still a little nigga
Still a nigga junior
Go and get the hardest nigga
That nigga getting chewed up
Lyrically I'm a Bugatti, he a MINI Cooper
2K to tie a nigga shoe up
Bitch thinking I'ma scoop her
My Benz in the driveway, I sent the Uber
Griselda jersey, public school
Name rings a few bells
They know me in a few jails
Niggas threw shots but couldn't shoot well
They shot and missed
I'm Popovich my shooters move well
Without the ball, catch and shoot
Draw a play and execute
Full court pressure nigga sE forever nigga
Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks
I don't wanna talk, you gettin' shot
I'm the nigga in my city
’Chine gun on my left titty
Feds still tryna get me
Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley
I can make a million in my sleep
Hangin out the roof with the street sweep
I seen niggas break the code
It never felt correct
I watched niggas make a fortune
Dudes I helped connect
They say it’s two ways out the game
Bullets melt your flesh
Or catch a sentence and they change
You like you Malcolm X i slide through
My toasts sparking on a close target
We put an address on the beef
Like we the post office
I'm tryna sell this last half
O’ brick then go corporate
I got killers with me pulling
Up with blow torches
Would you feed a grown man
Or expect him to hunt?
They take the money out the hood
But never invested in us
I got two kids, I never neglected 'em once
I hope the democrats steal
The election from Trump
You got to bathe in holy water
And let it touch your face
The bottom of her shoes red
Like she crushing grapes
I turn the scale on and then I cut the tape
Ken Griffey Jr, I was touching base
Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks
I don't wanna talk, you gettin' shot
I’m the nigga in my city
'Chine gun on my left titty
Feds still tryna get me
Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley
I can make a million in my sleep
Hangin out the roof with the street sweep