Bullets

(альбом: Statue Of Limitations - 2019)

[Smoke DZA:]
Really
Kush God and the Butcher
Surgeon General warning
Pray
BSF, RFC
Griselda
Yeah

We all got raw, I got tree, Benny the pastry man (Uh)
Soon as the package touch, I'ma make these scram (Outta here)
Once you get yours, it went through 18 hands (Uh)
Pull up on your block in the A-Team van
Hannibal Smith, big cigars on hand (Really)
B. A. Baracus, couple chains, no scams (Uh)
Ya hustle game shaky, fam
Ya numbers outdated, can't fake these fans
Fuck notoriety in the minor league (Uh)
Frank stand to the critics in it's entirety (Uh)
Money inspires me
Tracking the box only thing that gimme anxiety (Right)
I got something for you if you unemployed
This loud pack hit like a hundred Floyds
Animal status, making tons of noise
Bunch of lions and apes smoking jungle boys

[Benny the Butcher:]
You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofing (Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings
You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofing (Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings

Said a silent prayer, my hands laid on a Bible
Been drove for 20 years, sitting straight through Ohio
I was barely out of high school when buying weight
On my way to prison, I looked my mom in her crying face
Left the trap with money counters and a candle burning
Fuck niggas, I be good long as this hammer working
We still cordial with the bosses and the workers
And I'm this way on Instagram and in person
Uh, the players change, but the game won't
The money came late, so I stayed woke
Talents took me to Dallas, amigo got me established
I'm in a race with the opps to see who get rich the fastest
BSF, nigga

You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofing (Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings (Griselda)
You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofing (Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings

[Conway the Machine:]
Niggas shooting these disses, they ain't a real threat (You niggas pussy, man)
Two bodies, tell me who we gotta peel next (Who want smoke?)
Rap about your imaginary guns, we got real TECs (Fuck outta here)
I pull up with the FN, shoot a movie like I'm lil' X (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Two hundred pounds in my basement and they still fresh (Uh-huh)
I'm still hustling like I ain't got a deal yet (I'm still hustling, nigga)
My wrist and my bitch pussy real wet
And this a stingray when I pull up in that teal 'Vette (Talk to 'em)
Yeah, I'm thanking God for this ki of coke (Okay)
Paranormal driveway, you gon' see a Ghost (Woo)
You gon' see a Wraith, you gon' see a Mulsanne (What else?)
Culinary label truck (Huh?), you gon' see 'em both (Wow)
I mean, if we talking bread, you gon' see a loaf (Ha)
I keep it close, look at us wrong, you gon' be approached (Ayo, what's poppin'?)
We been getting money, boy, I ain't used to being broke (Huh?)
Niggas ain't fucking with Benny the Butcher, me, and Smoke (Not at all)
It ain't even close

[Benny the Butcher:]
You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofing (Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings
You ain't 'bout no gun action, stop woofing (Nah)
Niggas shoot diss tracks, we shot bullets (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brrt)
Made 5K on the corner and the cops took it
But you can tell by my wrist, I gave the pot whoopings