[Intro]
Uh, yeah, n***a
It’s Benny, yo
I’ma squeeze the juice out you n***as
Yo, look

[Verse 1]
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 n***as 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 (N***a)
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 (Nah)
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 n***as in cac sack, hooting jack mag then
Go and sharpen the top from the jack mag can, n***a
[Break]
Uh, fuck y’all n***as know about that?
(Fuck y’all n***as know about that?)
That’s why they sent me here
Uh, street shit, n***a
Y’all n***as forgot, the Butcher
Huh, I’m your reminder, I’m your consequence (I'm your consequence)
Benny, Griselda, I’m the last n***a you wanna see, uh
Trust me, uh

[Verse 2]
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 (Yeah)
These bullets are swift, they probably gon’ lift the hood of your whip
Made n***a, I ain’t never been belittled before
Y’all shaking hands with them n***as in the middle of war? (What?)
When you a street n***a, 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 n***as ain’t get to walk away from it (For real)
I’m talking graves and n***as 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? (Uh)
Brick of white girl and I call it Kate Hudson (Damn)
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 n***as really respect me
Told West, “I gotta eat, you gotta really connect me” (I gotta eat)
And if I’m wrong, shit, which one of y’all gon’ really correct me
If Conway catch a body, guess who getting accessory?
N***as 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 n***a was Geoffrey (Word)
Want the dick so bad, your bitch willing to beg me
Like a police exam, these n***as not willing to test me
Let’s go
[Outro]
You n***as don’t want no smoke, man
I know what this is, man, you know what this is
Uh, these n***as not willing to test me
Uh, I dare you, dare you
It’s looking real bad for you n***as, man
Give your man a job or something
You n***as looking real hurt
We see how y’all faces look
You ain’t low, n***a, uh