Josh Augustin, Conway The Machine, Benny the Butcher - Hundred Plus lyrics
Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S. 🇺🇸
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Josh Augustin, Conway The Machine, Benny the Butcher - Hundred Plus lyrics]
I'm what the hustle made, look at me
The judge threw the book at me
Now I charge a quarter joint
For a booking fee and I could fit three
Four bricks inside a Cobalt
Then step on them in them
Dior shit's without the logo
Y'all niggas need help quick
Imma fuck somebody else bitch
The fuck you gonna tell a
Nigga that made hisself rich?
Tool to your helmet
That's how niggas get dealt with
We wait outside your funeral to
Get somebody else clipped
You gotta really play the rock like this
You not like this my big dog told me
"grab thе fork and spin a pot like this"
I snatched a Pyrex by thе handle
And then I locked my wrist
And I'll let you have the rest of
Them if you knock my bitch
Yeah, I let her stay the night
But she not my bitch
I fly your baby mama out and
Let her top my bitch
Only paper gon' stop my itch
I really did it, they need a clinic for all
The haters I got sick
Niggas 'round you gon' feel like
You don't deserve this shit
You stay strapped 'cause envy
Could get murderous
Before rap, we was strong in the hood
I play for keeps though 'cause
Great lasts longer than good
The Butcher coming, nigga
The fuck niggas talkin' about?
You know the Butcher coming argh
Doot doot doot big BSF, Griselda shit
Look
Imma keep me a bank roll, put that on my soul
If there's pressure then in my tenure
Lord knows how many bricks I sold
My dog still at it, I'm rappin'
I took a different road
My nigga Floyd 'bout to get parole
He been locked up since long
White T-shirts and big Girbauds
We get into it when we get a load
Count it and cook it all night
My fingertips hurt and my wrist was swole
Whoa, all the cars was a hundred plus
You take care of your dogs
Then you one of us
I seen all this comin' we was comin' up
Maybach G wagon, I fucked the summer up
That bitch bad
I got her ass done and tummy tucked
Just to let her know, I ran my numbers up
I came a long way from bagging bundles up
It's a cold world, better bundle up
Sniffin' out the kilo like I'm Al Pacino
Gettin' Rothstein money, bitch
This my casino
Nobody fuckin' with me, it's a landslide
I got traps in other
Cities like I'm franchisin'
The judge threw the book at me
Now I charge a quarter joint
For a booking fee and I could fit three
Four bricks inside a Cobalt
Then step on them in them
Dior shit's without the logo
Y'all niggas need help quick
Imma fuck somebody else bitch
The fuck you gonna tell a
Nigga that made hisself rich?
Tool to your helmet
That's how niggas get dealt with
We wait outside your funeral to
Get somebody else clipped
You gotta really play the rock like this
You not like this my big dog told me
"grab thе fork and spin a pot like this"
I snatched a Pyrex by thе handle
And then I locked my wrist
And I'll let you have the rest of
Them if you knock my bitch
Yeah, I let her stay the night
But she not my bitch
I fly your baby mama out and
Let her top my bitch
Only paper gon' stop my itch
I really did it, they need a clinic for all
The haters I got sick
Niggas 'round you gon' feel like
You don't deserve this shit
You stay strapped 'cause envy
Could get murderous
Before rap, we was strong in the hood
I play for keeps though 'cause
Great lasts longer than good
The Butcher coming, nigga
The fuck niggas talkin' about?
You know the Butcher coming argh
Doot doot doot big BSF, Griselda shit
Look
Imma keep me a bank roll, put that on my soul
If there's pressure then in my tenure
Lord knows how many bricks I sold
My dog still at it, I'm rappin'
I took a different road
My nigga Floyd 'bout to get parole
He been locked up since long
White T-shirts and big Girbauds
We get into it when we get a load
Count it and cook it all night
My fingertips hurt and my wrist was swole
Whoa, all the cars was a hundred plus
You take care of your dogs
Then you one of us
I seen all this comin' we was comin' up
Maybach G wagon, I fucked the summer up
That bitch bad
I got her ass done and tummy tucked
Just to let her know, I ran my numbers up
I came a long way from bagging bundles up
It's a cold world, better bundle up
Sniffin' out the kilo like I'm Al Pacino
Gettin' Rothstein money, bitch
This my casino
Nobody fuckin' with me, it's a landslide
I got traps in other
Cities like I'm franchisin'