Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satriale's, artist - Benny the Butcher. Album song Butcher on Steroids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Soprano Family
Song language: English
Satriale's |
Yo, ayo y’all, y’all niggas know what my status like |
My shit A1, I ain’t never fold or I ain’t never told, nigga |
For real, huh, we stayin' them niggas |
We were just built that way |
That’s just how the universe happen to work |
Yo, pullin' off tryin' to see if the detective follow |
'Cause the shooters and the hustlers all connected by you |
We on defense, you might need this for protection by you |
Got me squeezin' on this Eagle like a ketchup bottle |
When they don’t need you, they objectify you |
I seen the best devalue |
They put out work, but can’t collect the value |
Your team hurt, and your connect deny you |
I guess we owe it to them preg' gram mothers who slept next to bottles |
Break a block down, stuff the bag, and I serve it |
Got a plug who send it at me, he from Cali, and he workin' |
Box of yams, I’m gon' have 'em land in Paterson, New Jersey |
Don’t accept it, if it’s late, or if them packages is early, uhh |
Savages, our ancestors is Africans we sturdy |
As a javelin that’s stickin' out your abdomen, they curse me |
I won’t battle with, no unworthy challengers, y’all thirsty |
I will crack your shit, pockets I will tap ya shits, I’m dirty |
I don’t practice this, but every time I black on shit |
My verses be immaculate |
Imagine if these rappers had the shit how they imagined it |
Hard to believe that they believe it when they craftin' it |
From now on it’s a wrap for shit, Griselda, nigga |
Yo, these niggas real 'til they snitch |
.45 on my hip, tryin' to slide and get hit |
Last nigga tried, his whole family died for that shit |
And I take pride in that shit |
Cuban link on, we on, I got the mink on |
Pumpin' my lead, .40 cal, one in the head |
Shook up his whole block, had his mother scared |
Knocked on your door, spit in her face just cause you wasn’t there |
He been duckin' scared for months |
Fuck it, I’m 'bout to send the wolves on the hunt |
Play the cut, watch the math pile up |
On the Ave, prayin' dukes don’t find my stash |
'Cause if she did she woulda smoked his ass |
Right out that fuckin' glass |
Shit was bad, we ain’t have food, was dippin' through this trash |
Know how it feel to have nothin' that you wanted |
And to wake up to nothin' on your stomach in that early morning |
It make you really want it |
Cocaine, scales, pocket full of hundreds |
Shootin' niggas over nothin' |
Every day on the block, duckin' cops |
Just tryin' to make me a knot |
(Just tryin' to make me a knot…) |
Fiends hittin' up my phone non-stop |
Just because I got the drop |
(Just because I got the drop…) |
They ain’t wanna see me win |
But I bet you I’ma come out on top |
(I'ma come out on top…) |
Give 'em the whole clip out the chopper |
If a nigga wanna pop (if a nigga wanna pop…) |
Look, I got this rap shit in the figure four |
Like I been in this shit 10 or more (haha) |
On Sunset in the Aventador (VROOM!) |
Send my bitch in the liquor store (go get that Remy) |
I’m cut from a different cloth (yeah) |
Grip the four, hit your forehead, rip it off |
Eatin' off the bars, but I came up whippin' soft (ARGHH!) |
Uhh, I’m Mr. Shawn Carter mix with Sean Price |
Mogul with goons, stabbin' and breakin' niggas' jaws (talk to 'em) |
Uhh, GxFR, what you tellin' us? |
(Griselda, nigga) |
Them other niggas pussy, they was never us (hahaha) |
Shooter with me got his MAC-11 tucked |
So you already know what’s up, get your melon bust |
Yeah, even back when I was sellin' dust |
I been a legend, rap niggas never measured up |
Hate when niggas talk about how they just leveled up |
When I’m still lookin' down on you niggas, I’m a level up (ARGHH!) |
You hear that V-12 engine revvin' up (VROOM!) |
Them niggas sick to they stomach 'cause they was never up (haha) |
You say my name on record, I wish you best of luck |
I bring the stick to your studio session, wet it up, ohh! |
(BRRRRR!) |
Every day on the block, duckin' cops |
Just tryin' to make me a knot |
(Just tryin' to make me a knot…) |
Fiends hittin' up my phone non-stop |
Just because I got the drop |
(Just because I got the drop…) |
They ain’t wanna see me win |
But I bet you I’ma come out on top |
(I'ma come out on top…) |
Give 'em the whole clip out the chopper |
If a nigga wanna pop (if a nigga wanna pop…) |