Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Echo Long, 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
Echo Long |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Seventeen shots |
| Took off like a 458 |
| Like a 458 Ferrari, nigga |
| Uh, it’s Benny, Daringer, yeah |
| You know what the fuck we on, man |
| Yo, yo, uh |
| I’m from a quiet town, but shit get hostile |
| You know my style, we got straps stockpiled |
| Shit crazy, niggas 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 nigga, 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 nigga 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, nigga |
| Ayo, I had a nigga cook my motherfucking dinner |
| I had a nigga iron my clothes (iron my clothes) |
| CO bringing the phones in (ring!) |
| Stab him in the neck if he owes (neck if he owes) |
| Henny’d out with the drunken face |
| Thirty thousand in the couch like the sunken place |
| My niggas 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 |
| Nigga, 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 |
| Ayo, I had a nigga cook my motherfucking dinner |
| I had a nigga iron my clothes (iron my clothes) |
| CO bringing the phones in (ring!) |
| Stab him in the neck if he owes (neck if he owes) |