Letra de BRON - Benny The Butcher

Ah, I ain't even gon' count down for you niggas (Turn the beat up some)

The Butcher comin', I'ma surprise you niggas

I been on

So long, people startin' to hate it, they feel scorn

I see the looks on all they faces and I'm torn

It's like, I ain't wanna do this, but if it gotta be a shootin'

I guess I'ma be the shooter, you been warned

I'm in this bitch, poppin' Ace like I'm Shawn

They play your shit, look at the gang and then we yawn

Why would he make that lame choice?

Man, these niggas couldn't score if they had game point

And I'm 'Bron

After the chip, I told my folks back home, "So long"

I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm

I'm back in championship condition

I can't resist all this winnin'

It's like me and success built a bond

So let's stay brief

I'm in a rush at TSA, they tryna X-ray me

I made my bitch so bad that her ex can't speak

The only way to make her litter is a sex tape leak, a little porn

Hahaha

Come on, I'm just fuckin' around (Uh-huh)

Yeah, uh

Fuck the world, am I wrong?

I'm in the V.I.P., a hundred niggas strong

Hustlers yellin' from the bleachers, "Put me on"

I ran it up, ain't take me long

My life a story out of Psalms

And I can put that on my mother, first-born

In my city, I'm King Kong

Kim Jong Un, to me, you niggas like this small

Say, "White bitch," I probably meant what a brick cost

I'm in a five-star hotel suite with a Swiss broad

Then I'm gone

Pinky ring of a don

Bad boy like I'm Sean

I'm like Goldeneye Bond

That's twenty-five inf' beams scopin' out harm (Brrt)

So how you niggas gon' hide from us with polka dots on?

You niggas is drawn

You probably heard when I got shot

I brought a Rollie, AP, and a Cartier after that watch (You heard that too)

I been back home fifty times since all the rumors were chillin'

These killers with me keep asking me, "What we doin'?"

Them niggas bored

Ayy, yo, get the champagne

Ayy, yo, Hit-Boy, we gon' get the champagne and goggles

We sprayin' this shit everywhere, we goin' to Illio's

Tell 'em open the back room up for us

Let's go

And I'm 'Bron

After the chip, I told my folks back home, "So long"

I move my family and my bricks to a place where it's warm

I'm back in championship condition

I can't resist all this winnin'

It's like me and success built a bond (Bond)

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