Smoke DZA, Benny the Butcher - Drug Rap lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Smoke DZA, Benny the Butcher - Drug Rap lyrics]
Ya doin' wrong by your people, man
Told Trig you should cut his ass yeah, uh
Stay on point, hope you cover your hand (Uh)
I don't question the unknowns
It was all in the plans
Niggas' morals be fucked up
They blamin' the Xans
You told on a nigga who told on
A nigga who told on your mans (What?)
Whole lot of finger pointin'
Bunch of Uncle Sams (Uh)
Four of you niggas and you
Couldn't cop a 100 grams (Uh)
My man had the butter tan
Back in the happy days, back in the varsity
The Richie Cunningham
I hear the gossip, if huddles could kill
I keep it classy, they
Don't want my rebuttals, for real
You know the kid got diamond in reach
Palmin' the beat break this whole box down
Make sure all of us eat (Uh)
You a scumbag, lyin' to your peeps
Lyin' to me four sealers in the spot
We ain't been shoppin' in weeks (Right)
Your pop still a busta
He just cop on the sneak
Reportin' live from the streets
Fly as can be
Yeah, thank God for drug rap (Right)
Met a new transpo to bring the bud back (Uh)
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles
Thank God for drug rap (Right)
Met a new plug, better number on dub packs
(Uh) got it covered from all angles (Uh)
My pet peeve is all singles
It don't get more official than Benny
Where I'm from they call you a OG
If you lived through your twenties
The trap was slow, me and bro
I had to sit in there with him (Sat there)
I did the dirty work
They came and copped with nickles and pennies
(Nickles and pennies)
Uh, the plug sent him if you gettin' a fifty
(What else?) anything less than that
He only get 'em to Philly
I trapped out the Monte Carlo
Had to dip through the city
Now my ego way too big to fit in the Bentley
(yeah) tight with the G's how I kept my rep
I'm gettin' checks, now check
Show these niggas how to hustle step by step
The price double when it left my steps
My young bitch too much for me
I fuck her and gotta catch my breath
And all this Fendi shit, F by F (Uh)
I got it out the mud 'cause
Every pack that I catch, i stretch
Just 'cause you broke
Don't mean you ready for this cake (Nah)
So bow your head and give thanks
For the resi' on the plate (Ahh)
Yeah, thank God for drug rap (Right)
Met a new transpo to bring the bud back (Uh)
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles
Thank God for drug rap (Right)
Met a new plug, better number on dub packs
(Uh) got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles
Told Trig you should cut his ass yeah, uh
Stay on point, hope you cover your hand (Uh)
I don't question the unknowns
It was all in the plans
Niggas' morals be fucked up
They blamin' the Xans
You told on a nigga who told on
A nigga who told on your mans (What?)
Whole lot of finger pointin'
Bunch of Uncle Sams (Uh)
Four of you niggas and you
Couldn't cop a 100 grams (Uh)
My man had the butter tan
Back in the happy days, back in the varsity
The Richie Cunningham
I hear the gossip, if huddles could kill
I keep it classy, they
Don't want my rebuttals, for real
You know the kid got diamond in reach
Palmin' the beat break this whole box down
Make sure all of us eat (Uh)
You a scumbag, lyin' to your peeps
Lyin' to me four sealers in the spot
We ain't been shoppin' in weeks (Right)
Your pop still a busta
He just cop on the sneak
Reportin' live from the streets
Fly as can be
Yeah, thank God for drug rap (Right)
Met a new transpo to bring the bud back (Uh)
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles
Thank God for drug rap (Right)
Met a new plug, better number on dub packs
(Uh) got it covered from all angles (Uh)
My pet peeve is all singles
It don't get more official than Benny
Where I'm from they call you a OG
If you lived through your twenties
The trap was slow, me and bro
I had to sit in there with him (Sat there)
I did the dirty work
They came and copped with nickles and pennies
(Nickles and pennies)
Uh, the plug sent him if you gettin' a fifty
(What else?) anything less than that
He only get 'em to Philly
I trapped out the Monte Carlo
Had to dip through the city
Now my ego way too big to fit in the Bentley
(yeah) tight with the G's how I kept my rep
I'm gettin' checks, now check
Show these niggas how to hustle step by step
The price double when it left my steps
My young bitch too much for me
I fuck her and gotta catch my breath
And all this Fendi shit, F by F (Uh)
I got it out the mud 'cause
Every pack that I catch, i stretch
Just 'cause you broke
Don't mean you ready for this cake (Nah)
So bow your head and give thanks
For the resi' on the plate (Ahh)
Yeah, thank God for drug rap (Right)
Met a new transpo to bring the bud back (Uh)
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles
Thank God for drug rap (Right)
Met a new plug, better number on dub packs
(Uh) got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles