Smoke DZA, Benny the Butcher, Conway The Machine - Bullets lyrics

Really kush God and the Butcher
Surgeon General warning pray
BSF, RFC griselda yeah

We all got raw, I got tree
Benny the pastry man (Uh)
Soon as the package touch
I'ma make these scram (Outta here)
Once you get yours, it went through 18 hands
(Uh) pull up on your block in the A Team van
Hannibal Smith, big cigars on hand (Really)
B a baracus, couple chains, no scams (Uh)
Ya hustle game shaky, fam
Ya numbers outdated, can’t fake these fans
Fuck notoriety in the minor league (Uh)
Frank stand to the critics in it's entirety
(Uh) money inspires me
Trackin' the box only thing
That gimme anxiety (Right)
I got something for you if you unemployed
This loud pack hit like a hundred Floyds


Animal status, makin’ tons of noise
Bunch of lions and apes smokin' jungle boys

You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin'
(Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist
I gave the pot whoopings
You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin'
(Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist
I gave the pot whoopings

Said a silent prayer
My hands laid on a Bible
Been drove for 20 years
Sittin’ straight through Ohio
I was barely out of high
School when buyin’ weight
On my way to prison
I looked my mom in her cryin' face
Left the trap with money counters
And a candle burnin’ fuck niggas
I be good long as this hammer workin'
We still cordial with the
Bosses and the workers
And I'm this way on Instagram and in person
Uh, the players change, but the game won't
The money came late, so I stayed woke
Talents took me to Dallas
Amigo got me established
I’m in a race with the opps to
See who get rich the fastest bSF, nigga

You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin'
(Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist
I gave the pot whoopings (Griselda)
You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin'
(Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist
I gave the pot whoopings

Niggas shootin' these disses
They ain't a real threat
(You niggas pussy, man)
Two bodies, tell me who we gotta peel next
(Who want smoke?)
Rap about your imaginary guns
We got real TECs (Fuck outta here)
I pull up with the FN
Shoot a movie like I'm lil' X
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Two hundred pounds in my basement
And they still fresh (Uh, huh)
I'm still hustlin' like I ain't
Got a deal yet (I'm still hustlin', nigga)
My wrist and my bitch pussy real wet
And this a stingray when I pull
Up in that teal 'Vette (Talk to 'em)
Yeah, I'm thankin' God for this ki of coke
(Okay)
Paranormal driveway, you gon' see a Ghost
(Woo) you gon' see a Wraith
You gon' see a Mulsanne (What else?)
Culinary label truck
(Huh?) , you gon' see 'em both (Wow)
I mean, if we talkin' bread
You gon' see a loaf (Ha)
I keep it close, look at us wrong
You gon' be approached
(Ayo, what's poppin'?)
We been gettin' money, boy
I ain't used to bein' broke (Huh?)
Niggas ain't fuckin' with Benny
The Butcher, me, and Smoke
(Not at all) it ain't even close

You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin'
(Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist
I gave the pot whoopings
You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofin'
(Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist
I gave the pot whoopings