G Herbo, Benny the Butcher - Real Rap lyrics
G Herbo [Herbert Wright III] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[G Herbo, Benny the Butcher - Real Rap lyrics]
Uh, uh g Herbo
Way back in grade school, I was a baby bully
Now I sit down with the label, I'm like
"Eighty-twenty" before I ever bought Amiris
It was gray hoodies for every nigga
Every bitch said I can't have cut it
Pussy, listen
Better think 'bout what you sayin' to me
My lil' cousin 'nem in traffic
With like eight fullies
For real, they gon' kill, blood spillin'
Take a pill i knew I'd make a mil'
Ever since I was little
I'm on defense with my steel
But I like to drill
Wake up, work, and pay my bills
But I like to chill
I just bought another GT coupe
That's the lil' one i watch Disney on the TV
Too with my lil' ones when you call me
I might fall through 'cause I'm a real one
Fuck these rappers 'cause they all fu'
I don't feel them my lil' ho
She know a hundred tricks like Matilda
And on my strip
We took over shit like the pilgrims (Woo)
Butcher comin', nigga, yeah
I jumped in this shit just
To cause some terror
I'm not from the blogger era
Park my coupe by the truck that start
Up when I'm walkin' near it
The FBI try to make me a
Target just off of lyrics
I look and see a bunch of me's
This shit must be a wall of mirrors
I'm talkin' serious, Mr pyrex
Man, I'm an arsonist, period
Facts, as far as stats go
I should be All-American
But I thought the streets was cool
I was fallin' asleep in school
I made white float on water
Just like a Norwegian cruise
I ain't that patient with these hoes
Shit like this be new to her
She only seen niggas like me
On TV or Google search fuck a broke bitch
If she gon' front like you usin' her
I'll fuck one more time
Then cut her off 'fore she do it first
This spot, I had to take it
Rappers in they imaginations
I really got plugs, drugs, and travel agents
Since way back
Them felony charges been aggravated
Anybody who cross gang got a
Suit and a casket waitin', ah
Yeah, it's The Butcher
Swerv', we really like that really like that
A vampire, but I'm Blade
I got a different thirst
Couple million niggas made, bitch
I did it first
Couple opps came trim, then we did 'em worse
This my block, you get some clout
Then you get a shirt
I'm really him, I did the Lamb'
I done did the vert
My bitch in every different whip
Every different purse
My clique in every different Rollie
AP is crazy i played the streets
I'm like Meech and JAY-Z
I play the game waist deep
You know this gangster shit ain't cheap
I had a shootout
Then I made a quarter million
In the same week
I'm at odds with a nigga I love
So we can't speak that's my nigga
But I'm on what he on 'cause I ain't sweet
Just take me for example
Look what this shit made me
Be careful what you wish for 'cause
The paper don't change grief
Yeah, somewhere in Cali with Swervo
Lamb' behind the turbo
They think I went commercial
There's killers in my circle
Way back in grade school, I was a baby bully
Now I sit down with the label, I'm like
"Eighty-twenty" before I ever bought Amiris
It was gray hoodies for every nigga
Every bitch said I can't have cut it
Pussy, listen
Better think 'bout what you sayin' to me
My lil' cousin 'nem in traffic
With like eight fullies
For real, they gon' kill, blood spillin'
Take a pill i knew I'd make a mil'
Ever since I was little
I'm on defense with my steel
But I like to drill
Wake up, work, and pay my bills
But I like to chill
I just bought another GT coupe
That's the lil' one i watch Disney on the TV
Too with my lil' ones when you call me
I might fall through 'cause I'm a real one
Fuck these rappers 'cause they all fu'
I don't feel them my lil' ho
She know a hundred tricks like Matilda
And on my strip
We took over shit like the pilgrims (Woo)
Butcher comin', nigga, yeah
I jumped in this shit just
To cause some terror
I'm not from the blogger era
Park my coupe by the truck that start
Up when I'm walkin' near it
The FBI try to make me a
Target just off of lyrics
I look and see a bunch of me's
This shit must be a wall of mirrors
I'm talkin' serious, Mr pyrex
Man, I'm an arsonist, period
Facts, as far as stats go
I should be All-American
But I thought the streets was cool
I was fallin' asleep in school
I made white float on water
Just like a Norwegian cruise
I ain't that patient with these hoes
Shit like this be new to her
She only seen niggas like me
On TV or Google search fuck a broke bitch
If she gon' front like you usin' her
I'll fuck one more time
Then cut her off 'fore she do it first
This spot, I had to take it
Rappers in they imaginations
I really got plugs, drugs, and travel agents
Since way back
Them felony charges been aggravated
Anybody who cross gang got a
Suit and a casket waitin', ah
Yeah, it's The Butcher
Swerv', we really like that really like that
A vampire, but I'm Blade
I got a different thirst
Couple million niggas made, bitch
I did it first
Couple opps came trim, then we did 'em worse
This my block, you get some clout
Then you get a shirt
I'm really him, I did the Lamb'
I done did the vert
My bitch in every different whip
Every different purse
My clique in every different Rollie
AP is crazy i played the streets
I'm like Meech and JAY-Z
I play the game waist deep
You know this gangster shit ain't cheap
I had a shootout
Then I made a quarter million
In the same week
I'm at odds with a nigga I love
So we can't speak that's my nigga
But I'm on what he on 'cause I ain't sweet
Just take me for example
Look what this shit made me
Be careful what you wish for 'cause
The paper don't change grief
Yeah, somewhere in Cali with Swervo
Lamb' behind the turbo
They think I went commercial
There's killers in my circle