[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, yeah
Seventeen shots
Took off like a 458
Like a 458 Ferrari, n***a
Uh, it’s Benny, Daringer, yeah
You know what the fuck we on, man
Yo, yo, uh

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
I’m from a quiet town, but shit get hostile
You know my style, we got straps stockpiled
Shit crazy, n***as ran up and shot crowds
Got it hot lately, that’s why you see all these cops ‘round
These hoes iffy, say they love you, then hurt you a lot
They talk bad about a n***a, worse than Fox
Dear Mama, I’m a rider, a version of Pac
Icy Rollie, can’t tell if the minute hand work on the watch
My daughter seen me with a gun, looked at me like I’m crazy
I pulled her in the other room and said, “This for our safety”
She was scared, it was a AR with 50 in it
Knew I was special, was born the same day as Jimi Hendrix
He a snake, fuck him, he don’t deserve to be round ya
We got money young, then had to learn how to count it
Knew a n***a who got knocked with 32 ounces
On his way home, that was back in the early 2000s
Comfortable, chilling, laying up at the W
Playing, but I’m thinking ‘bout staying for a month or two
Beef with a rapper, they gon’ ask me what I wanna do
I tell em, “Catch him, hit the chauffeur, clip the butler too”
Seventeen shots stuffed into the rim
The plug start to like you when you spend what I spend
You learn to talk to God when you been where I been
Need that yellow bag money, that’s that M and a M, n***a
[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I had a n***a cook my motherfucking dinner
I had a n***a iron my clothes (Iron my clothes)
CO bringing the phones in (Ring!)
Stab him in the neck if he owes (Neck if he owes)

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Henny’d out with the drunken face
Thirty thousand in the couch like the sunken place
My n***as put Buffalo on
I rock black Cartier frames with buffalo horns, shit
In this Lexus acting reckless
I’ll treat your necklace like a complimentary breakfast
I wouldn’t cook with the wine that y’all drink
It’s a cold world, Lord, keep a 9 in your mink
Uh, switch kicks, switch rides
Loyalty forever, I’ma never switch sides (Never)
Ain’t no such thing as oil based cut
So if a gram turn into sand, I ain’t picking it up
N***a, I’m crispy as fuck, son, I’m gorgeous and great
If the going price is ten, just know I got it for eight
The streets is my safari
I breeze through, my balls smelling like Bulgari

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I had a n***a cook my motherfucking dinner
I had a n***a iron my clothes (Iron my clothes)
CO bringing the phones in (Ring!)
Stab him in the neck if he owes (Neck if he owes)