Rick Hyde, Jonezy, Loveboat Luciano, Benny the Butcher - Like This lyrics

Ah the Butcher comin', nigga
We gotta turn this shit up
I’m the one I'm the nigga
That all these niggas wanna
Be, they ain't gon’ say
Nothin' on they records, though
Rah, ayy, look

Ask about Butch, I'm everywhere
But back home, i'm heavy here
For Christmas I'm gettin 'all my
Bitches Chrome Heart teddy bears
Heavy stares for niggas who chasin'
Numbers that I already cleared
I'm already here, i took over a game they
Shouldn’t have let me near
And I been dope since LA
Gears and Pelle Pelle years
Gold Presi’ like a keg of beer
You know the bezel clear
You had a better year than me as a rapper
Then you legendary
And I'll excuse that, but anything
Less, I gotta refuse that, mm
We weed croppin’, no dispensary weed shoppin'
I'm V-hoppin', got the coupe and the Benz
’cause I need options
Streets watchin', thieves plottin'
Cuffs tightenin', keys lockin'
I wanna build after that time in
The bing like I'm B hopkins, nigga

When my niggas pull up clean with
Them 30s and them things
That look like this, that look like this
Dope boys with ice on they sleeve
Eighty carats worth of VVs
It looks like this, it look like this
Hitters gettin' busy with them
Switches on they glizzy sound like this
(Brrt) , it sound like this (Brrt)
And you might get a little dough
But my whole city know
It's not like this, it's not like this

Violin with the Draco as the handle
There's Ricky the soprano
Hit a riff on the piano
I take shots when I ain't open
They say life is just a gamble
My lil' man'll put you right on top
Of T just like a flannel
I remember countin' up
Little bitch was watchin' Scandal
Keep your eyes where I can see 'em
And you better not change the channel
Thirty plus the re-up turn
A nigga into Randall
We do that shit again and get
It chunky like it's Campbell's
VVS' on me blindin'
Don't be dumb enough to try me
Leave a motherfucker in between the
Sheets like he the Isleys
Tellin' Siri call away, before I hang up
He beside me even if they wave the flag
To say it's over, bitch, we fire

I got lit on my own, sold a brick by my own
Those days all I needed was
A blick and a phone my young nigga hungry
He just hit a lick for his own and
I can't tell him shit
'cause that's the type of shit that he on
I be hustlin', thuggin', duckin' the law
Fuckin' your broad
You love a dirty jawn, she fuckin' us all
I keep it tall
Keep your mouth shut, fuck what you saw
Don't get involved
You'll get a knife, gun buck or
The saw, left in the yard, yeah i'm on shit
So tell your boys quit like it's Ramadan
So forfeit, the 44 hit like an atomic bomb
I'll get you niggas gone, you get dotted
Cross that dotted line

When my niggas pull up clean with
Them 30s and them things
That look like this, that look like this
Dope boys with ice on they sleeve
Eighty carats worth of VVs
It looks like this, it look like this
Hitters gettin' busy with them
Switches on they glizzy sound like this
(Brrt) , it sound like this (Brrt)
And you might get a little dough
But my whole city know
It's not like this, it's not like this

They say Jones around
Then you know the Butcher comin'
'Posed to be on tour
But I'm out here cookin' onions
Outsiders function when my youngins
Cut 'em luncheon
Said you want a head shot, nah
Put it to his stomach send 'em from the C to
The A like Andre Drummond
You say you want beef with us
We cookin' up his youngin
My nigga's summer end your whole summer
For you frontin'
Yeah, we rap, but we really shooters
Ain't no punchin'
This is BSF, disrespect, you see a death
Bunch of my homies got shot
But your homies got nothin'
You niggas playin' Unos
Playin' checkers and this chess
Headshots, don't do leg shots, sleep in vests
(Damn, ah, ah)