Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fifty One, 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
Fifty One |
| We gonna slow things down and take it back in time |
| Yeah, uh |
| We gon' make niggas feel like this shit |
| Yo |
| Smoking grapes and went to war with a poker face |
| Load the eight, get the drop, then we unload your safe |
| I used to pitch on my corner late |
| Fifth on my bulging waist, way back in those flip Motorola days |
| We street niggas in the race for millions |
| I ate with dealers, I’m straight ‘cause my face familiar |
| I’m from a place where we trap and sell weight from buildings |
| Trust me, this not a place you wanna raise your children |
| Nah, we don’t sell zips, the plug wholesale bricks |
| And got the crib with more rooms than a motel six |
| We roll Ls thick with gas so that dope smell stick |
| Heard they said it was dating, but that coke sell quick |
| Fuck riding in a nigga’s coattails, shit |
| What you know about facing that 5 to 40, but don’t tell shit |
| Oh well, it’s the most real when the pro scale this |
| Like old mist, stopping the Giants, I’m on my Odell shit |
| You tryna see how many cops I can outrun |
| Never been outgunned, but niggas still doubted the outcome |
| Your favorite rap nigga about done |
| And I’m still front line, I put a half in the pot and I pull out one |
| These niggas talking gunplay, but they not about none |
| Went down for a home invasion soon as the drought come |
| Top of the line hustle, you not one of mine, fuck you |
| I got this hunger from watching my mom struggle |
| I been harder, legend that still’ll shoot like Vince Carter |
| I’m nasty, my flow dirtier than Flint water |
| And being broke was a big problem, so I whipped quarters |
| Fell back, the trap bubbled up like dish water |
| Collect all payment or I’m just gon' spray shit |
| Put a bullet on your hat like Just Don snakeskin |
| They said I’d be a loser and a failure, from where they usually’ll jail you |
| Benny the Butcher, shooter for Griselda, nigga |
| Uh, shooter for Griselda, nigga |
| I’m a shooter for Griselda, nigga |
| From where they usually’ll jail ya |
| Benny the Butcher, shooter for Griselda |
| Ah, yeah |
| Got sticks with us, nah mean? |
| Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot |
| Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot |
| Sticks got 50 in ‘em |
| Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot |
| Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot |
| We gotta beg, we gotta beg you little |
| We gotta let this bitch off at you |
| We own you, huh, yeah |
| Ayo |
| Ayo, ayo, you broke niggas still wearing Giuseppe kicks |
| Twenty-five chains on, I’m on my heavy shit |
| Face tats, my jumper with the KAWS 4s |
| Dome shot up close, your shit gon' fall off |
| We the dopest, and the greatest, you niggas know it |
| My rhymes so wet, my mouth is Rolex |
| I drop tears in my Moët |
| The illest of all time, y’all just don’t know yet |
| Rocking Long John on the back porch, flip your whole jet |
| Fuck niggas took pictures standing over Boblo Blood |
| Diablo in the mud |
| God is my bodyguard |
| He wanted ten bricks, already hard |
| Flashlight on the K like a nigga lost |
| He grabbed the rope, almost broke the slab with the fifty one |
| Oww! |