[Intro: Styles P]
True Sag' shit, you know?
My n***a born on Bruce Lee day
It's wolf time, you know
Fearless

[Verse 1: Styles P & Benny the Butcher]
Buck shots like I am BDI (Ah)
The Butcher comin', Ghost too (He comin', me too)
That is more bodies than Sweeney Todd (Bet)
May you beat the case like you Johnny Depp (Hahaha)
European V's, Armani sweats
Flow is like water if you ain't see a tsunami yet (You ain't see that?)
Buffalo to Yonkers, the hammer is in the tiny 'Vette (Buffalo to Y.O.)
Money in the Mack truck, n***as ain't line me yet (Yo, uh)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Too big for my city (You know that), so it's only fair that I grow from there (Grow from there)
'Cause you can't fit a polar bear in a folding chair (Ah)
Brick of bad dope, this dirty weight, I'm cookin' back (Cookin' back)
So, it's only right I left the .38 and took the axe (The Butcher)
Consecutive wins (N***a)
'Fuck is y'all? Could never be friends (Not us)
My hoes be ebony skin, they give me head in the Benz (Yeah)
Fresh from Paris, I'm in new whips and extra carats (Extra)
Smokin', playing old Biggie, trying to catch the spirit, uh (You know that)
[Chorus: Styles P | Styles P & Benny the Butcher]
You know who's comin', yeah, the Butcher, n***a
And he came with Styles, for the pusher n***as
And you know the style, we with the hookers, n***a
And you know the style, we with the cookers, n***a
And we let it shine for all the lookin' n***as
If the plug try to front, let's book the n***a
If them n***as is food, let's cook them n***as
If that weight is whale, well, let's hook it, n***a

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Benny come from Buffalo, me, I'm from Yonkers (Y.O.)
But I still pack a gun that'll knock down a buffalo (Mm)
Nerd, but I turn into Hulk, like Mark Ruffalo (Hahaha)
Don't wrestle, but I'm fly, like I'm off of the turnbuckle-o (Snuka)
Top one, Top Gun, never did no Maverick shit (Never)
All I know, you front in my hood, I'm not havin' it (My word)
Lilac seats in the Porsche, paint lavender (Skrrt)
N***as trying to act like a savage, but they a scavenger (Yo)

[Verse 4: Benny the Butcher]
It's the kid who made a knot when my block did fifty (When my block did fifty)
Now I got more songs than The LOX with Diddy (Woo)
Y'all n***as soundin' confused
It's too late when the gun hammer and the sound of my jewels
The only sound in the room (You hear me?)
They tell me I should be grateful (I am)
'Cause I used to be on fed probation, playin' with a bankroll
Monitor on my ankle, I'm tired
So, you gotta talk grindin' when you talk Benny, n***a (When you mention me)
'Cause me and money don't sleep, like New York City (Aye)
The Butcher comin'
[Chorus: Styles P | Styles P & Benny the Butcher]
You know who's comin', yeah, the Butcher, n***a
And he came with Styles, for the pusher n***as
And you know the style, we with the hookers, n***a
And you know the style, we with the cookers, n***a
And we let it shine for all the lookin' n***as
If the plug try to front, let's book the n***a
If them n***as is food, let's cook them n***as
If that weight is whale, well, let's hook it, n***a

[Verse 5: Styles P & Benny the Butcher]
I'm playin' Griselda, watchin' Griselda (Hahaha)
Pray for the seeds, murk the elders (I pray)
I move work, pop off, pick the shells up (You know)
We a mile away, but I bet you that you can smell us (Smell us)
We smell like money and the n***as lightin' the L's up (Smell like money)
We don't give a fuck and there's nothin' that you can tell us (Give a fuck)
The Butcher comin' (Ah, Butch) Ghost, n***a (Ghost)
Sandwich from a dead man, bet you gonna choke, n***a (Yo)
Ha

[Verse 6: Benny the Butcher]
They'll tell you anything except how I heard that you on (Tell me anything)
But they don't know I had to play every first by the store
On high alert for the law (Law)
Watchin' my block, as soon as they pull up, skrrt, then I'm gone
You know that work gettin' tossed (I'm outta here)
I never speak on your set, oh, I don't beef on the net (Mm-uh)
There's n***as on my team the judge want to lethal-inject
It's not a secret, you move discreet when you keep gettin' checks
These n***as mad and want to be me, so I keep gettin' threats
The Butcher and the Ghost, n***a
[Chorus: Styles P | Styles P & Benny the Butcher]
You know who's comin', yeah, the Butcher, n***a
And he came with Styles, for the pusher n***as
And you know the style, we with the hookers, n***a
And you know the style, we with the cookers, n***a
And we let it shine for all the lookin' n***as
If the plug try to front, let's book the n***a
If them n***as is food, let's cook them n***as
If that weight is whale, well, let's hook it, n***a