[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Griselda records, the almighty
Buffalo, stand up
We gon' get right into it
Yo, we want y'all to feel it
716, y'all know what we bout to do
Stand the fuck up!
Yo, it's Benny, the Butcher!

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Got em on us in the club, the staff just didn’t search us
Ratchet chicks in skirts with ratchets in they purses
Big shit, I walk up clappin shit in person
Y’all pack them little burners, those accidental murders
Tryna get money, that’s a n***a purpose
100 till they lower my casket in the surface
Cross paths with a serpent I’m blasting it for certain
They only shoot back when they rap they little verses
When these rappers meet me, half these n***as nervous
Praying I don’t snap and wrap em in a curtain
Guilty cause they life don’t match up with they verses
Half them n***as worthless, we actually put the work in
No dope boys who drove e-classes with a permit
That’s brick talk you need karate classes to interpret
I’m out in L.A in traffic with the lurkers, smoking moon rocks in the back of a Suburban
Hitting licks, broad day with the neighbors watching
Had us locked playing spades with the table hostage
Beefing with the cable watchers, cause Golden State played the Rockets and we gon’ risk our date to watch it
I'm on seafood and plates of pasta
I feel like Dr. Dre mixed with Frank Sinatra
I'm Mayweather, you McGregor, I'll explain the concept
Imma show n***as rolling ain't the same as boxin'
That's why I mention how good I'm at cooking the brick
Once so deep in the game when I stood I couldn't repent
Stood on the strip, P89 floor to the tip, these bullets is swift
Prolly gon' lift the hood of ya whip
Main n***a
I ain't never been belittled before, that shit gets hands with n***as in the middle of war
You a street n***a? Gotta keep a pistol or sword
Think quickly, you lost and learn how to forget what you saw
Talking straight hustlin', tryna park the Wraith stuntin'