Benny the Butcher - Broken Bottles lyrics

Griselda, we where the smoke at, ay
Facts, nigga (yeah)
I told him, I said, "West
Call me when you want the dirty work done"
(yeah) feeling hot already
Yo, let's go, look, yo

I got a large bag of clips, hard hats
And sticks
My squad tagging shit, y'all catch attempts
You leave the house, have some sense, nigga
Grab the blick
My lil' homie left without it and I
Ain't get to dap him since
My slime think I'm homie
So he call me Bloody
It's a blessing when your plug
Lets you short him twenty
On parole, I was going all in with ten
These funny hustlers out here owing
More than they spend
She fuck with you, you buy her a Chanel watch
She fly up with twelve blocks
I buy her a nail shop
I listened to the lies in
Their lines that they tell, shocked
Six months before I signed
Had a pie in the mailbox
I heard they sick about me rapping
'bout the drugs I stretch
I'ma write a whole album 'bout
The plugs I met
Uh, my dog came home, we told him
"Welcome back"
First day out, bought a 40 and a Griselda tat
I don't got no new friends
That's how you get loose ends
I need that Benz truck, yeah
That great white with two fins
Major deal for what? Uh
That's gon' cost him two Ms truth is
I'ma clear a half a million before New Years
These lil' niggas satisfied
With BAPE outfit's
I need a Wraith out it, big shit, lake houses
I'm talking condos just for safe houses
Space Mountain i'm tryna see so much bread
I gotta take counseling
Y'all like these rappers, but I
Don't find it amusing, no
I don't buy they movement
So I don't buy they music
I wrote get rich manuals where
I provide the blueprint
And with pride, I preach this new shit
Just like I'm inside a pulpit
Top of the year
I came and woke these niggas up
Made they names sound different when
I spoke these niggas up
I stay hungry just laying my hustle down
Ain't no fucking around with
Benny and Uncle Al
Griselda, the Butcher coming, nigga

In this game, you take some
Losses, I was straight, i ate with bosses
On my plate, that yay was flawless
We out in Vegas racing Porsches
My dawgs laid in coffins
One died in a shootout no bullets left
He got slept tryna change his cartridge
Caught my nephew with some work
I guess he caught himself trapping with it
I said, "Just know the consequences if they
Catch you with it
Nah, I ain't mad you dealing, hit
Me, I send it at you, nigga
And show you how to ship it with
Bubble wrap and a vacuum sealer"
The Butcher coming, y'all know the motto
Those Sopranos had fiends smoking white
Outta Sprite soda bottles
Mob boss like I'm Joe Todaro
My dollars long and my plug got
A farm like he Old MacDonald
I'm the boss, so where they go, they follow
It's penalties for touching me
So just be careful where
You throw them hollows
I sold dope like it was no tomorrow
That got me cash and my watch glass
Like it's made of broken bottles

The Butcher coming, nigga ay