Benny the Butcher - Veteran lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher - Veteran lyrics]
Ayo, I see shit like
Like Ray Charles saw shit
Exactly, I don't see you niggas at all, right
Maybach Music! Ah
It's that skinny motherfucker
Started flipping boy
Now the when I'm fucking
I just flip a coin like
My kush a little greener
Yack a lil' browner
One night I'm gone come home
They gon' have the trap surrounded
I'm still fucking with that premo
I whip it up and she won't
She crush it with a quarter
Then she sniff it through a C note
I'm fucking with that diesel
A cold trapaholic ain't sign a nigga yet
So a key might be my calling
I'm still programmed to balling
I do it for my niggas
With them yams, whip em harder than 'em sands
Bought a shooter for my choppa
My goons get to shooting i got contracts
I'm a motherfucking Mark Cuban
First I fuck her then I skate on that
Money we don't wait on that
And I got a plug, we don't touch it
Unless it's tape on that and my money good
So the bag got some weight on that
Hall of Fame whip game
I should sign my name on that
Yeah i'm back nigga, look
Niggas talking like
I ain't been there twice and on my way again
You dig? hahaha let's go
Uh
They want me to fold, I'm like never
The champ
That choppa so long, I call it Kevin Durant
I sat on that paper, but never the bench
Keep a brizzy in the
Digi that measuring bricks
Smoking on a hunnid, my goons holding shots
They talking yola, nah
They just whipping soda pop
Ask around the city, nigga
I might let you hold the block
And it's just my usual, cocaine musico
Couple racks, sure, guess you could buy a 30
I'm riding dirty while I'm
Listening to Ryan Dirty
My plug take too long, I gotta buy 'em early
Closet full of ratchets
I like to buy 'em dirty
Let's not debate on that
I can put some cake on that
500 grams rock solid, ain't no shake on that
Used to owe my plug
But he told me that we straight on that
He give me that work
I'm gon' need about a day on that
Like Ray Charles saw shit
Exactly, I don't see you niggas at all, right
Maybach Music! Ah
It's that skinny motherfucker
Started flipping boy
Now the when I'm fucking
I just flip a coin like
My kush a little greener
Yack a lil' browner
One night I'm gone come home
They gon' have the trap surrounded
I'm still fucking with that premo
I whip it up and she won't
She crush it with a quarter
Then she sniff it through a C note
I'm fucking with that diesel
A cold trapaholic ain't sign a nigga yet
So a key might be my calling
I'm still programmed to balling
I do it for my niggas
With them yams, whip em harder than 'em sands
Bought a shooter for my choppa
My goons get to shooting i got contracts
I'm a motherfucking Mark Cuban
First I fuck her then I skate on that
Money we don't wait on that
And I got a plug, we don't touch it
Unless it's tape on that and my money good
So the bag got some weight on that
Hall of Fame whip game
I should sign my name on that
Yeah i'm back nigga, look
Niggas talking like
I ain't been there twice and on my way again
You dig? hahaha let's go
Uh
They want me to fold, I'm like never
The champ
That choppa so long, I call it Kevin Durant
I sat on that paper, but never the bench
Keep a brizzy in the
Digi that measuring bricks
Smoking on a hunnid, my goons holding shots
They talking yola, nah
They just whipping soda pop
Ask around the city, nigga
I might let you hold the block
And it's just my usual, cocaine musico
Couple racks, sure, guess you could buy a 30
I'm riding dirty while I'm
Listening to Ryan Dirty
My plug take too long, I gotta buy 'em early
Closet full of ratchets
I like to buy 'em dirty
Let's not debate on that
I can put some cake on that
500 grams rock solid, ain't no shake on that
Used to owe my plug
But he told me that we straight on that
He give me that work
I'm gon' need about a day on that