Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn - GiGis lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn - GiGis lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh, ah
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh
Hitler shit, Hitler 6, Griselda, nigga
Butcher coming, nigga
Uh huh, uh huh, ayy, brrt
Uh huh, uh huh, yo, look
Woke up, phone buzzing
Hangover with my Rollie on
A text from a bitch that I'm fucking
But I don't know no more i rap, but I trap
Turn my spot to a yola store
Quarter brick of trash, I brought it back
Cooked the soda off (The chef, nigga)
Who turned a half a ki' to matching minks?
(Me) catching beef over blocks and washing
Racks in the bathroom sink (Let's go)
My brother the shooter, I'm Master P (Uh)
'Cause I ran it up
But all I did was pop the trunk on the SUV
Hitler shit
Put rappers to sleep like a hypnotist (Uh)
Catch a knockdown and get a
Stripe like a certificate (Certificate)
Yeah, they got me feeling
Like the black Sinatra bag the block up
Next to a ratchet and a glass of vodka (Uh)
Yeah, we hustlers in coupes
With small backseats (Skrrt)
That grew around smugglers with loot
With long rap sheets blocks landing
Coming in groups and it's all tax free
(All tax free)
'Cause drug dealers get treated
Like star athletes let's go, ah
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
Ayo, in advisory board
I'm in the Porsche drop (Skrrt)
FNX on the lap, I made your whore stop
Dope spot, every minute, get a door knock
Air drying that shit, they need a whole lot
(Ah)
Just Don Raptor jerseys with the hat to match
Purple Cactus Jacks
'89s on the back of the back (Skrrt)
Shady Aftermath, no Dre, no Em (Uh, uh)
Fiends gon' find a way
It's okay if no stem (Uh, uh)
From down the way to uptown, I'm the shit
Burn you down like GiGi's
You know who you fucking with
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Everything got a rubber grip
Burn you down like GiGi's
You know who you fucking with
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
And a popular East Buffalo
Restaurant is closed
Indefinitely following an early morning fire
This leaves a dozen employees without
Jobs and many customers
Without a place to get their favorite meal
7 Eyewitness News reporter
Justin Moore explains gotta find a job
Twelve employees are out of work
Tonight after a fire
Causes GiGi's soul food restaurant
To shut down
I mean, this is our livelihood, you know
This is what we do
Bobby Perry is a cook at GiGi's
According to him, the fire was
Started sometime after midnight Saturday
While the restaurant was closed
Flames destroying everything in
Yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh
Hitler shit, Hitler 6, Griselda, nigga
Butcher coming, nigga
Uh huh, uh huh, ayy, brrt
Uh huh, uh huh, yo, look
Woke up, phone buzzing
Hangover with my Rollie on
A text from a bitch that I'm fucking
But I don't know no more i rap, but I trap
Turn my spot to a yola store
Quarter brick of trash, I brought it back
Cooked the soda off (The chef, nigga)
Who turned a half a ki' to matching minks?
(Me) catching beef over blocks and washing
Racks in the bathroom sink (Let's go)
My brother the shooter, I'm Master P (Uh)
'Cause I ran it up
But all I did was pop the trunk on the SUV
Hitler shit
Put rappers to sleep like a hypnotist (Uh)
Catch a knockdown and get a
Stripe like a certificate (Certificate)
Yeah, they got me feeling
Like the black Sinatra bag the block up
Next to a ratchet and a glass of vodka (Uh)
Yeah, we hustlers in coupes
With small backseats (Skrrt)
That grew around smugglers with loot
With long rap sheets blocks landing
Coming in groups and it's all tax free
(All tax free)
'Cause drug dealers get treated
Like star athletes let's go, ah
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
Ayo, in advisory board
I'm in the Porsche drop (Skrrt)
FNX on the lap, I made your whore stop
Dope spot, every minute, get a door knock
Air drying that shit, they need a whole lot
(Ah)
Just Don Raptor jerseys with the hat to match
Purple Cactus Jacks
'89s on the back of the back (Skrrt)
Shady Aftermath, no Dre, no Em (Uh, uh)
Fiends gon' find a way
It's okay if no stem (Uh, uh)
From down the way to uptown, I'm the shit
Burn you down like GiGi's
You know who you fucking with
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Everything got a rubber grip
Burn you down like GiGi's
You know who you fucking with
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
And a popular East Buffalo
Restaurant is closed
Indefinitely following an early morning fire
This leaves a dozen employees without
Jobs and many customers
Without a place to get their favorite meal
7 Eyewitness News reporter
Justin Moore explains gotta find a job
Twelve employees are out of work
Tonight after a fire
Causes GiGi's soul food restaurant
To shut down
I mean, this is our livelihood, you know
This is what we do
Bobby Perry is a cook at GiGi's
According to him, the fire was
Started sometime after midnight Saturday
While the restaurant was closed
Flames destroying everything in