Artist: Benny The Butcher (Feat Lil Wayne)
Album: Everybody Can’t Go
Year: 2023
[Intro – Benny The Butcher]
Yeah, you know?
Ah, the big dog, the Butchy
You know? You know, right?
Hahaha
Straight like that
I don’t understand when n*ggas be like: “be fair”
N*gga, life ain’t fair, n*gga
Be fair to what? Who?
Yo, yo
[Verse 1 – Benny The Butcher]
King of New York, a Buffalo n*gga, okay, I said it (okay, I said it)
I hear you rappers claimin’ the crown, if you want it, you gotta come get it, yeah
New MGK revin’, hold up, oh, I want that new 911, alright
Walk in that b*tch spendin’ cash, so it ain’t no need to run up my credit (ha)
We the Sopranos, b*tch, them n*ggas who like to buy guns and ice out infinity links (ice)
Workin’ the pot, nah, that ain’t water, it’s Monster energy drink (woo)
You probably know me from narcotic dealin’, I can’t go back (can’t go back)
Already know what I gave them traps (I gave them traps)
My criminal record ain’t on wax, I mad those racks
Birdman dropped me right off at the front and I came through fresh (n*ggas be like: “what’s those?”)
Knew you was lame, but you can’t do less than a fake new check (man, y’all doin’ bad)
Pop a G6, he put on his shades, look up, then it’s game time, n*gga
That’s my lil’ homie, the one with the mask on (yeah) throwin’ gang signs (yeah, yo)
If you ain’t the mob, you trippin’, I paid for t*tties and kid’s tuition (yeah, all that)
Then made my homies celebrities, took ’em on tour with me, fresh out of prison (fresh out)
Got two hoes on my line and I don’t hit neither back, ’cause I ain’t with it (I ain’t with that)
One f*ck for money, one f*ck then want some money, so it ain’t no difference (it’s the same thing)
And the last hoe that tried to run that game on Butch, the hoe got ghosted (hoe got ghosted)
Then she tried to extort me with a pic’, and I said: “post it” (go ‘head)
N*ggas still tryna diss n*ggas for the clout, call that motion? (that ain’t it)
Black Soprano family gettin’ to it
Y’all ain’t been up since COVID (broke ass n*ggas)
Came a long way from the bottom
The hood thinkin’ I forgot ’em (how could I?)
Met Gala with a chicken on the table, feelin’ like I’m Tiana
Started in my mother bedroom, now I got a eight room casa (eight)
Y’all n*ggas way too confident
N*gga, we today’s new mafia (it’s Butch)
[Chorus – Benny The Butcher]
I guess this how it feel to be a big dog
I’m a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw
N*ggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
Guess this how it feel to be a big dog
I’m a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
Driver wait outside while I hit raw
N*ggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
New Orleans to Buffalo
Big dog, Siberian Husky flow
I’ve been a big dog since a puppy, though
My kennel is a bungalow
You can walk the dog, I still run this hoe
Run from me, n*ggas that be barkin’ turn to hush puppies
F*ck money, I throw bread out like I’m duck-huntin’
B*tches on me like fleas, but I don’t need no bugs, bunny
Tunechi and the Butcher, I shoot you, he’ll juug you
The mute be on the blooka, that’s the Uzi with the shusher
The doobies lookin’ fuller and the jewels be full of boogers
Diamonds cover the watch face like a Sunni and a Muslim
Got the hoochies and the hookers, with the booties and the bosoms
Snipers like Kevin Durant, shooters be like Devin Booker
I’m a Black Soprano, the keys whiter than a black piano
Your female dog suck my Cocker Spaniel
That’s a dog hoe, I smack the dog shit out your dawg, though
For that doggy bag, I send your ass where all dogs go, Tunechi
[Chorus – Benny The Butcher]
I guess this how it feel to be a big dog
I’m a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw
N*ggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
I guess this how it feel to be a big dog
I’m a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
Driver wait outside while I hit raw
N*ggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (I’m everywhere, you know that)
I’m a long way from that brick of Fentanyl (huh)
My driver wait outside while I hit raw (I’ll be fifteen minutes)
N*ggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall (brick wall)
I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (n*gga, play with us)
I’m a long way from that brick of Fentanyl (my industry)
My driver wait outside while I hit raw (hold up, hold up)
N*ggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall (brick wall, ah)
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