Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All 70, artist - Benny the Butcher. Album song Tana Talk 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
All 70 |
| Yeah, uh |
| If this don’t wake the streets up, I don’t know what will |
| It’s Benny |
| Griselda |
| Uh, this my life, nigga, I’m still front line |
| I’m still front line, nigga |
| Yo, I put the truth on every page I jotted |
| I slang narcotics from the steps of my crib, my mom complained about it |
| I weighed my options, persuaded by the chains and watches |
| Only if you saved your profit, you obtain them objects |
| Shoeboxes to bank deposits, and I’m thankful, honest |
| Uh, ‘cause I’m to my city, probably what Dre to Compton |
| We started off gram coppers, now we land shoppers |
| Rubber bands popping in my Balmain pants pocket |
| First I opened up a trap, then I franchised it |
| Taking chances with the niggas I played with in sandboxes |
| My flow street smart and toxic |
| Life of a vet, Griselda, write us a check, we’ll get your brand profit |
| They gon' label us the greatest regardless |
| We been through worse conditions so that made us the hardest, uh |
| These niggas aiming like that made us a target |
| Bag full of straps, that’s like two hundred pages of charges, uh |
| I’m riding with my fourth felony |
| I know niggas with bodies who talk pleasantly |
| It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG |
| And if I’m lucky, you catching all 70 |
| (Uh, brr, doot doot doot doot doot doot) |
| (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Catching all 70 |
| (Brr) It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG (Brr, boom boom boom boom) |
| Catching all 70 (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot |
| doot doot doot doot) |
| Look, still spit it the hardest, ain’t nothing changed |
| I drink a cup of pain while I fluff the 'caine |
| You a sucker and a lame, we ain’t the fucking same |
| A rapper mention my name, I’ma bust his brain |
| Yeah, every nigga from my block a savage |
| Rob and popping ratchets, dropping caskets, we are not your average |
| I got shot in my top but it ain’t stop the passion |
| I just got up and got shit popping, I kept dropping classics |
| Eight hundred for my Versace glasses |
| Teaching my youngins how to break up the bricks, call it karate classes |
| Drop the top on the Aston out in Calabasas |
| Bitch ass so fat, she hopped out and it stopped the traffic |
| Huh, I was just at NOBU eating lobster with Jasmine |
| Racks and pocket diamonds in the watch was flashing |
| Talking crazy, nigga, I know how to stop the madness |
| I’ma just have El Camino pop his cabbage |
| They ain’t give me shit when they was rapping blocks in plastic |
| Now they hurting and I’m up, they had to watch it happen |
| Get out of pocket, nigga, watch what happens |
| Choppers blasting, shots not stopping 'til your top get splashing |
| Griselda, we ‘bout to lock this shit |
| It’s funny how niggas hating on my accomplishments but ain’t accomplished shit |
| See, I’m a real nigga and you the opposite |
| The whole summer, my young boys chopping shit |
| Griselda, nigga |
| I’m riding with my fourth felony |
| I know niggas with bodies who talk pleasantly |
| It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG |
| And if I’m lucky, you catching all 70 |
| (Uh, brr, doot doot doot doot doot doot) |
| (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom) Catching all 70 |
| (Brr) It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG (Brr, boom boom boom boom) |
| Catching all 70 (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot |
| doot doot doot doot) |
| It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG |
| And if I’m lucky, you catching all 70 |
| Woo |
| It’s 50 in the drum, 20 in the SIG |
| Nigga, catching all 70 |