Hunnit Dolla Hiccup

[Armani Caesar:]
Uh-huh
A.C. is the motherfucking diva (Yeah)
Y'all know what the fuck going on, ayo

[Armani Caesar {Benny The Butcher}:]
I'm screaming "Fuck bitches" (Fuck bitches), "Titty-fuck bitches" (Fuck bitches)
I'm up, bitches, No Doze, what, bitches? (Come on)
Pearl handle thirty, yeah, booms in the cut
Snooze if you want, when I do's, it gets done, it's a— (Woo)
It's that real (Uh-huh), pussy stay mad still
Why just light up your ave' and pop me an aville (Uh-huh)
It's Louis 'stead of Goose now, hundred dollar hiccups (Yeah)
They say I got the juice now, like I'm Mark Bishop (Grrah)
My only competition staring at me in the mirror (What up?)
My mama told me not to grow it fast, I ain't wanna hear it
Got a team of bad bitches (Uh-huh), when they pass, get the shivers (What else?)
Cut it back, get the scissors, when the cash get delivered (Ha)
Don't catch feelings, I catch flights (I catch flights)
I don't chase niggas, and no type (Nah)
You the ho' type, I'm the dough type (Uh-huh)
Murder scene, C's killing all the shit y'all ghostwrite (Haha)
Chain where the titties be (Titties), back in it, look at me (Uh-huh)
On some chill shit, but this MAC on a killing spree (Brr, brr, brr)
I ain't the hottest out, is you kidding me? (Ah)
Fuck-bitches wanna click with me {The Butcher coming, nigga}
'Cause they really scared to be my enemy {Yeah, yeah}

[Benny The Butcher:]
I've been nice since Vogues and flat tops, Marice, Malone, and crack rock
When will all of this cap stop? I didn't bring this ghetto to slapbox (No)
Rappers gon' fold, like laptops (Laptops), I represent for all the have-nots (Have-nots)
Coaches don't jump with the mascots (Uh-uh), I just pick who take the last shot (Last shot)
Two hundred grand on a coffee table, covered it, I thought we lost the table
Get a strip and get some raw for sale, I'ma tell you how a boss'll tell
Though I'm fitted like a star, I remember when a nigga had it hard as hell (Hard as hell)
Preciouses, wasted off in jail, that's a story that my scars'll tell (Ah)
Let me welcome niggas to the Teri dome, this the jigsaw marathon
Every member got carats on (All of 'em), we run this shit, so we share boutons
West had it, passed it to Conway, I got to watch how it was carried on (I watched)
Very strong, eighty ball, kept us foot on niggas' necks, very long
On my turn, I embarrassed y'all, but I knew that I would bury y'all (I knew it)
Armani up and the game got her prepared for y'all (Nah)
She ain't scared of y'all lil' niggas (Uh)

[Stove God Cooks:]
Fly by, you in the Cullinan (Haha), just left the plug again (Woo)
Crackheads do the running man (Haha), the money running in (Yeah)
Couldn't fit no more inside the pot, I had to stuff it in (I had to stuff 'em in)
Free my nigga Woe', he five summers in (Free Big Woe')
Playing with her pussy in the Hellcat, I'm like "Come again"
She like, "I wanna go upstairs", I'm like, "I want a hundred bricks" (Hahaha)
You know I'm on God time, wrist time, brick time
Southside, barbershop, parking lot
Fed cameras outside (Yeah), and they was patient (They was patient)
They was waiting (They wanted was back)
They was watching us like everybody loves framing (Hahaha)
My young boy hanging out the Corvette, spraying
(Brr, bah, bah, bah, brr, bah), ah
Griselda, Michelle, West behind the wheel
And I'm in the back, stamping stoves on kilos, for real (For real)
Hahaha, Stove