Benny the Butcher, Stove God Cooks, Rome Streetz - Blow 4 Blow lyrics

Can we get out of here?
No, I'm enjoying this
(Conductor, we have a problem)
(Conductor, we have a problem)
(Conductor, conductor, we have a problem)

Yo, him star, I raise and rip a yute
You're minuscule
Gettin' paid work I weighed
On the supreme digital (Uh, huh)
I eat you niggas full (Fuck outta here)
I played the low all night, gettin' right
Sellin' a broken down '62 (I did)
Now it's autograph lumb sums
From rap residuals
I know seein' me style is
Makin' you niggas miserable (Haha)
Keep watchin' my moves
You gon' be suicidal i'm the God
I always knew to nevеr worship idols
Do the care, if I blow the wig off


Who hold thе title?
It's spills of blood in my rival
All over his bible
Zip ties on my Off White Nike shoe
Properly flip pies
Click with guys that'll knife you (Uh, huh)
Who don't speak much
Read body language and move smart
Keep a Chrome
Trey pound to match the Chrome hearts
Pay me all time, all hundreds
Like I'm a loan shark
Mommy said, "You should be rich already
Think you so smart" 'Fore monetary
I was wealthy in the mind already
Playin' first to execute millions
I need many
You niggas hopeless and your pockets
Got pennies with holes
Your attempt to copy a slop
If we broke the mould (Woah)
I had coke
I made the fiends go blow for blow
Whoever ain't overdose
Niggas know we're close

Hahaha fuck outta here
One brick, two brick, three (Ha ha ha) ah

Syrup in the Sunkist (Ah)
You know who run shit
(We do) , kilo rappers unzipped (Oh)
I mean, they probably did somethin'
But they ain't done this (Haha)
They shot the plug whip
He died in the parking lot
With like a hundred bricks (Brr, brr)
I got the news, was out in Paris
It fucked up my trip (Dang)
Like, why he couldn't get
Killed after the drop-off? (Haha)
We got the Maybach truck outside the Mondrian
They like, "You doin' cocaine
Numbers with that vinyl, huh?"
(We is) yeah, bitch
I took that wax and went Daniel Son (Woo)
I dove head first in the blocks
Had the bread stuffed in a box, flame so hot
I dropped the pot
I caught it and the cookie still was good
I'm Magic Johnson
If we holdin' Ace bottles on the couch
We got the choppers in (Brr, baow, choppers)
Ooh, the feds comin' (Ooh, they comin')
Turn the phones off, the feds comin'
(Turn the phones off)
Them niggas hangin' out the window
Ain't tryna dead nothin' (Brr, baow)
Them niggas ain't, Stove, nigga (Haha)

Yeah, this rap shit got me
Back, I swear to God, it's a blessin'
We still toxic like Rodman and Carmen Electra
I'm puttin' them all in a shredder
My bars gettin' better
I'm talkin' slickest raindrops fallin'
Off an umbrella
That's what happens when them bullshit
Rumors get back to me (Heard what you said)
It's like givin' an arsonist
Matches and gasoline, nigga
I'm on your neck, like that
Tank on Master P, nah
Nigga, I'm on your neck, like tag on tee's
Coach called me in to play
I stopped playin' in bench (I did)
My baby mama made a post and
I stopped payin' the rent (Damn)
My watch hand like, "Goddamn
The clock hand at six"
Won't get a word out of
Whoever I hand a brick i'm a hustler
So I can deliver if you got an order
(On my way)
'Cause they got rich off shit that was free
Like bottled water
Who there when your dollars shorter?
(Who there?)
I'm like KD in Free Agency, countin' offers
And I won't take a dollar shorter (Ah)
You'd probably be up too if
You had some rich partners
Compressors make packs shrink
Like a witch doctor
I'm a fit shopper, brick locker
A whip copper
WNBA, score on 'em and then block 'em
(Then block 'em)
Uh huh, these for the boys that I made a man
Hustlers, I handed they first packs
And gave a chance
If you're lookin' for a hustle and
Need you a stable plan
I suggest you stand next to the God
Like Abraham (Abraham)
Butcher, nigga, ah, let's go

The spring water
And I was cracked out on crack cocaine
But I'm still fightin'
'Cause I got to keep my gloves on
For the devil and his evil angels
But I'm, I'm, I'm
I was cracked out on crack cocaine
Now I'm cracked out on Jesus
And I'm a minister
I'm a minister for the love, hallelujah
Cracked out on crack cocaine
Now he's a minister of the gospel