Testo B$f Benny The Butcher

B$f

Ah
We live right now, yeah
I've been seen fetty, nigga
But nigga know about fresh off parole
Plugging with 20,000 dirty money, nigga
Balenciaga shopping frequently
Benny, Sule and Fuego, nigga, BSF
These are the real survivors

900 grams in my kitchen sink
Fuck you nigga think?
No license, cops pull us then we switchin' seats
Beef is when they missing limbs
Fuck missing teeth
You know to stick with me, taller than the Christmas tree
God of this shit, I must be
Smuggled blow in a country
Plus, did shows out the country
Then bought a home in the country
And I don't do artist deals, it gotta be a split
Turn down apologies from pricks who took shots at me and miss
Woke up, thinking money
I pulled up in the bucket when my licks hit me
Now, it's bucket seats in that big Benzy, Louis bucket hat
Buckets under my chains, you know this shit drippy
They say the Butch constipated 'cause this shit in me
Real BSF nigga, go tell him that, tell him scrap
Don't say shit when they see me, just tell him rap
nigga never sold shit to nobody, let's bet a stack
The last rap beef I had, I got a watch and then sell it back

Set foot in the industry with a vengeance and a robbery plan
Got your favorite rapper duct-taped inside of a van
Y'all nigga is pussy, be throwing rocks and hidin' your hand
Let me show you the technique that gets supply and demand
Man, that nigga died because his beliefs, he the best martyr
S 550 in black but the Lex Guava
I take the blicky off of your waist 'cause I flex harder
I'll raise it and it's not even mine, like a stepfather
I had to steal spots that I'm not placed in regardless
And now I'm waking up to new Roc Nation deposits, nigga
I don't squash beef, that's with any rules
Wet him even if it's not deep like a kiddie pool, nigga
I just like to sell work 'cause this shit that the fans missing
Jersey boy, hood got me covered like transmissions
I might do real estate after rap, that's a plan vision
Buy up the city and sell blocks like San Quentin's
I used to starve and now I'm sumo rich
We're selling pinks up out the bottle like it's NUVO sips
This for the hustlers selling dog, that's on that Kujo shit
Who take their soul about they sneaker 'cause they shoes don't fit

I got mine off of grass and butter
Served it out her door when I couldn't leave the side of my passing mother
I fucked on buddy broad half the summer
She posted me and he blacked the bitch out
He ain't Travis Hunter
I promise Phyllis that I'm not gonna fail
So far from the dude that the task force boxed in at the Taco Bell
Rap dangerous, so I tuck lead
Shit, I could have been a dust head but got a penthouse in Buckhead
Send a ninja to put two in ya, my ops disappeared
No explanation, like Jamaicans saying "Booyaka"
Cooler than them other dudes, I stand out different
I last seen them sniffing tusi with a ran down vixen
I came home on four occasions with my hands out bitching
Now I stack it 'cause this crack shit don't hand out pensions, nigga