Dark Lo, Benny the Butcher - Ripped Apart lyrics

"Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt you
I need you to drive me on out of here"

Doot,  doot, doot, doot brrdt,  brrdt

Ayo i’ma send ten niggas through
(don’t come back)
Tell them niggas, "don’t come back"
(don’t come back, nigga)
‘Til all the guns empty
That’s pressure, nigga (let’s go)
Butcher, Dark Lo the Crook yo, look

What you see me in, I had to trap for it
Bounced 300 grams off the backboard
I’m really in the streets
It’s not an app for it
I got up and took it just ‘cause
I ain’t want to ask for it
You’re fucking with these rats
So y’all niggas useless we’re street niggas
I’m judging you by who introduced us
8 balls to quarters, half, then was deuces
The bricks
Y’all just coming with grown man excuses
Nah, I ain’t jumping on no bandwagons
In the yard doing pull-ups
‘til my hands callous
Fendi belt, but my pants sagging
All my lil’ mans flagging
Look like my watch took dance classes
Yeah, so all the bitches admire us
Hustlers who made miracles with
Them kitchen appliances
I can tell a killer, and I know you puss
I’m sending hit's
Got my bishop laying on your rook ah

(open) they’re running like a track meet
I blew his head off when I
Sat in the back seat blood got on my face
I wiped it then went back to eat
I gave you classics after classics
Say thanks at least
Running tiger for the party
I think I’m Meech
Used to running niggas’ pocket if
I think they’re sweet

Wash the money if it’s dirty
Feds think it’s me i got on sweats and
He said they’re hating, I said "fuck ‘em
Benny" gun store, I re-upped on plenty
You hear it roar, that’s a Hemi
You hear the lick, that’s a
Gimme, was locked down, that’s a memory
My shirt a rottweiler, my wrist a sky dweller
It’s the Goodfellas, OBH and Griselda
Nigga, you’s a failure, I play the shotgun
I’m like Elmer
A month later, they’ll smell ya

I went and found a new connect
And got a better flow
Carlito should’ve killed Benny
But he let him go he pulled up
Thing banging at the train station
Y’all niggas know the play, Griselda, OBH

I can’t wait ‘til we run to him
I’m moving weight, I should run a gym
I’m out, I’m with Stun and Slim
Let the mac stutter on your brim
Benny and Lo, what’s popping other than them

I’m riding with it in the Impala, she wit it
A rider i back out and turn this
Bitch to a getaway driver yeah, he doing 10
But he said it feel like a L
He called the homes saying break
Him out of jail

I reed up, I’ll probably break the scale
I’ll turn you breaking news
I ain’t even lift a nail

And I’ll never say who did it
I don’t kiss and tell
I looked the judge in the eyes
And said "I’m picking 12"

The mission got completed
Opposition got deleted
We did it for the streets ‘cause
We know they need it

Fiends coming 6am and we’re still open
I just put my gun away
When it’s still smoking

"Griselda"
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Brrdt

You see it was a beautiful day outside
It was like 20 of y’all niggas
In front of the store
I pulled up all aggressive
Hopped out, windows down
Left my keys in the ignition
Went in the store, came back out kill money
Wanting a nigga to say something to me
I had the new 40 on me
I wanted to test it on one
Of you bitch ass niggas
But y’all stood down, smart
OBH, Griselda, bitch ass niggas