Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PWRDRL, artist - Benny the Butcher. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PWRDRL |
| The primary objective of a narcotics investigation |
| Is not just the identification of the drug user |
| It is more important to locate the supplier, the pusher |
| The butcher comin', nigga (Yo) |
| I’m a east coast don, I got hitters in Cali too |
| One call, I could rally troops, they comin' in Caddy coupes |
| I was broke on my dick, plug threw me a ally-oop |
| I got the load in from Houston and drove it through Baton Rouge |
| You ain’t ever seen a pile of bands, stop, I’m in a thousand gram spot |
| Bettin' racks on garbage can shots (Hahahaha) |
| With more gats than the Taliban got (Brrt) |
| And pussy 'cause who get more bitches than a powder man got? |
| (Huh) |
| I’m an old school nigga, my morals come from the past |
| As long as I’m rich, I make the bitch pump the gas |
| Called for a zip when I thought you least would want a half |
| I know you broke, I’m not none of them bitches you wanna gas (Nah) |
| In that '01 drought when the Towers fell |
| Had 'em pullin' out old money with the sour smell |
| '08 drought, the ghetto still proudest still |
| I went to work on the brick with a power drill (Yo, uh) |
| We had every corner on smash, fiends smokin' out their glass |
| No mask, I run up in your crib, put you on your back |
| This is facts, don’t go nowhere without my fuckin' strap |
| Shit, even in Hollywood a nina on my lap |
| Yo, fifty pounds OG, I had to mail 'em back |
| Relax, as soon as they slip, that’s when we attack |
| Yo, my youngin' comin' through and he gon' leave your ass (He gon' leave your |
| ass) |
| On the news, that’s where they gon' see your ass |
| Picture me rollin', in a new Bentley truck, smokin' |
| Money blowin', just trollin', you already knowin' (You already knowin') |
| I was on the corner, I was really focused (I was really focused) |
| These niggas don’t want no money, they hit for the hoes |
| Uh, I did a hundred shows (I did a hundred shows) |
| I even passed my niggas a hundred hoes |
| These bitches want a title, girl just play your role (Just play your role) |
| Let me see your driver’s license |
| Hahahaha |
| It’s upstate |
| I’ll write an FIE ticket |
| Sir, this is gonna take a few minutes, why don’t you hop in the back, sit down, |
| and relax? |
| Nah |
| Brrt |
| Six, one, three, one |
| The Butcher comin', nigga |