Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song '73, artist - Benny the Butcher. Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
'73 |
| Yo, uh |
| Shit stupid |
| Uh |
| Yo, uh |
| Yo, uh |
| Yo, uh |
| Yo |
| Trap back coping |
| Maybach with the back open |
| Fiends that use my chill spots just for crack smoking |
| MAC toting |
| Cash flowing long as the packs roll in |
| Fuck these hoes, get money, that’s my only slogan |
| I bend the corner real slowly so the hoes notice |
| I might drop another tape and cop a tan Lotus |
| Niggas’ll talk behind your back with they hands open |
| That’s why I barely show love |
| The same niggas you roll a dub with, hit the club with, will be the same niggas |
| that’ll set you up |
| Yo, they killed Nipsey Hussle in his own hood |
| That’s why I don’t never think that shit is all good |
| I keep the forty on my hip and that’s at all times |
| Try me, I’m ready to die about mines |
| Real G |
| Yo, we really played the streets |
| All I know is grind, get money, repeat (Grind, get money, repeat) |
| Yeah, you will never be me |
| I’m legendary, Berry Gordy in '73 |
| In the white Mercedes Benz with an ebony freak |
| Four years in Yale and still won’t be as clever as me |
| Ride with three felons with heat |
| Feel like we seventy deep |
| Clips on the table next to a head of a thief |
| Fuck settling beef, I’d rather wet up the streets |
| My brother died, my mother still not ahead of the grief |
| So I need my cash up front |
| I’m putting half in the trunk |
| And moving to where winter only lasts for a month |
| Huh, I used to put hash in my blunt |
| Now it’s gas, I’m talking five gram Ls and half of it’s Runtz |
| First you find the gold and grind 'til you reach that number |
| So much paper, hire people just to keep track of it |
| Met the plug, he wrote it down, told me, «Beep that number» |
| That’s when I made a bet, my whole team gon' eat that summer |
| The Butcher |
| Counting C notes |
| Golden butter on my langostinos |
| Rappers emo |
| Fucking up New York like they Paladino |
| Back to chemo |
| I’m dancing on it like I pressed the emote |
| Need a reload |
| Go the the corner and just ask for Nino |
| Rod and Pico |
| Was on LaBrea for a fucking RICO |
| Traffic be slow |
| Long as it’s moving, it’s a blessing, we know |
| Talking units |
| Draw up a game plan and I walk you through it |
| Thought you knew it |
| Hard as good pitching, we the Milwaukee Brewers |
| I wake 'em up, I’m the coffee to it |
| You asked for it and they brought you to it |
| You paid for it and I got it to you (Facts) |
| It all started with the H just like Honolulu |
| Every time the pack land, it’s hallelujah |
| Flow is timeless |
| I hope for diamonds |
| I’m smoking diamonds |
| The racks don’t die, like they they kids, they keep on multiplying |
| I hear niggas saying the culture dying (How?) |
| Look how closer I am |
| They don’t believe you like compulsive lying |
| It’s a professional secret |
| How many you want? |
| Five, six |
| Okay |
| Oh |
| This little baby here |
| Nine millimeter Ruger |
| Thirty round clips |
| Five, six hundred rounds per minute |
| You could wipe out a whole task force |