[Intro: Juelz Santana & Benny the Butcher]
Benny, what up n***a?
Man I'm good man, you know what I'm saying?
Tryna get my hands dirty man, I need y'all, I need in on this
What we doing?
You already know man, all callouts mandatory baby
That's what I like to hear, we on that shit
Let's get it
Y'all n***as know me
Griselda shit, man
Aight
When you see my n***as, you know them shits on us
Facts, back outside n***a
Santana, Benny

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Yeah, n***as talk slick but you know the vibes
N***as throw rocks then they go and hide
If you ain't built for the streets, suggest you go inside
'Cause it's a slippery slope and my n***as known the slide
N***as claim they active but that's an act they playing
Curl em up like Activator then deactivate 'em
Better chill 'fore that capping get you dеcapitated
And I don't need to call my gang because my strap bе banging
Even in drastic measures, every move's calculated
All these rappers n***as wack, got me aggravated
Only diamonds 'round my neck, got 'em agitated
Reach for me, you asking to be assassinated
Tell them jerks I play with my piece like I'm masturbating
Shots busting, that .40 get to ejaculating
All this swag displaying got your bitch fascinated
Put switches on 'em, now all the guns calibrated
Foreign cars everywhere, we stay hopping out
N***a trip, hit his noodle, knock the pasta out
If its beef we make tacos out 'em
N***a try to dip, you make nachos out 'im
Play with that chicken, we make Roscoe's out 'em
Kill em with the drip, they could alkaline 'em
They talking spicy but that's never the facts
See I'm outside, it never be that, where that same energy at?
Nozzle water, neck heavy on that
Reach forward and that hand you will never get back
Aight
[Chorus: Chase]
I just hope these n***as' energy match
Hit a n***a in his noodle when I'm spilling this MAC
When it's wartime my n***as assembling straps
You shout my name, is it real or its rap? Motherfucker
I just hope these n***as' energy match
Hit a n***a in his noodle when I'm spilling this MAC
When it's wartime my n***as assembling straps
You shout my name, is it real or its rap? Let me know

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
I ain't taking no losses, Griselda like the '72 Dolphins
I put rims on your hearse and your coffin
I'm back fighting with my old plug, 'cause a n***a done went legal n shit
He told me "When that rap shit over you gon' need me again"
So imma just take this fortune and make us bosses
Turn the brick, plate and fork at a JPMorgan
They talking spicy 'round they bitches? Then they can't be bosses
I made Saturday nights like I'm Tracy Morgan, uh huh
Pointers in the bezel, warring in them ghettos
So cocky I'm set for trial when my lawyer wanna settle
Who had a year like the Butch? Mm-mm, boys ain't on my level
Look like the Cash Money video when them toys pull up at Revel, ugh

[Chorus: Chase]
I just hope these n***as' energy match
Hit a n***a in his noodle when I'm spilling this MAC
When it's wartime my n***as assembling straps
You said my name, is it real or its rap? Motherfucker (Let me know)
I just hope these n***as' energy match
Hit a n***a in his noodle when I'm spilling this MAC
When it's...
[Outro: Chase]
Let me know