Fast Eddie - Benny the Butcher

Uh, yeah, nigga

It’s Benny, yo

I’ma squeeze the juice out you niggas

Yo, look

I don’t regret the homies I cut off or the bitches I cancelled

A blade in the kitchen, gripping a pot handle

You sitting for clipping an innocent bystander

Low income livers grew to be niggas with high standards

Ay, look, got my introduction robbing shit at Hustler’s (true)

They call to squash the beef, that’s not in the discussion

Made it to the point only reached by 5% of hustlers

Put it on the stove, I stretch it, and I can get the tumblers

Sparking pistols with long extendos

Spray the driver side like we tryna wash the windows

Something big and long on me, I won’t argue with you

I’ma let it off, then hit you, then dolphin flip you

Look, you know the squad a hundred if the boss official

GxFR, I fuck around and carve it in you

We got used to being stars, speeding off from venues

Ate at Benihana’s and never ordered off the menus, let’s go

You not connected, then you never spoke to me probably

I’m riding in the Ghost, but I’m smoking Ferrari

He said if I buy the TEC, he gon' throw in the shottie

Cooking while you looking, if you broke or you slow, that’s Hibachi

I ain’t with this rap crap, I bag smack fam

Pap-pap this black MAC, then flatten that man

These niggas in cac sack, hooting jack mag then

Go and sharpen the top from the jack mag can, nigga

Uh, fuck y’all niggas know about that?

(Fuck y’all niggas know about that?)

That’s why they sent me here

Uh, street shit, nigga

Y’all niggas forgot, the Butcher

Huh, I’m your reminder, I’m your consequence

Benny, Griselda, I’m the last nigga you wanna see, uh

Trust me, uh

I mean, that’s why I mention how good I am at cooking the brick

Went so deep in the game, understood I couldn’t repent

Stood on the strip, P89 full to the tip

These bullets are swift, they probably gon' lift the hood of your whip

Made nigga, I ain’t never been belittled before

Y’all shaking hands with them niggas in the middle of war?

When you a street nigga, you gotta keep a pistol or sword

Think quickly, you lost and learn how to forget what you saw, uh

You talking, straight hustling, tryna park the Wraith, stunting

Left the game, a lot of niggas ain’t get to walk away from it

I’m talking graves and niggas walking off with state numbers

He been down since kids, it’s awful when he call to say something

Uh, what you know about shaving off a gray substance?

Brick of white girl and I call it Kate Hudson

I do this for the kids that starved and ate nothing

And had to rock off brand just 'cause they fathers ain’t hustling

This year, I’ma make y’all niggas really respect me

Told West, «I gotta eat, you gotta really connect me»

And if I’m wrong, shit, which one of y’all gon' really correct me

If Conway catch a body, guess who getting accessory?

Niggas hating, threw salt, nah, it didn’t affect me

Never cared who gave a fuck about or didn’t accept me

Cold world, jumped in the game, momma couldn’t protect me

Bought a gun and had to shoot like I was winning an ESPY

I had to dress the work up like I was getting it sexy

Had to serve the whole house just like a nigga was Geoffrey

Want the dick so bad, your bitch willing to beg me

Like a police exam, these niggas not willing to test me

Let’s go

You niggas don’t want no smoke, man

I know what this is, man, you know what this is

Uh, these niggas not willing to test me

Uh, I dare you, dare you

It’s looking real bad for you niggas, man

Give your man a job or something

You niggas looking real hurt

We see how y’all faces look

You ain’t low, nigga, uh