Letra de Watchlist - Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh

(Feat. 38 Spesh)

Huh, yeah, huh

Now when I jumped off the porch, was probably near four

The game was easy like I declare war

Now steppin' on bricks what I stand for

And I sold more synthetic shit than a hair store

I send chicks to the airport

With bricks, and if they happen to get pinched, it's their fault

Go head snitch, I dare y'all

Got on the line with the cops and died, now that's a fair call

Y'all was there when I fell off

Shoulda been cautious 'cause losses make a real boss

And my pain gon' wear off

When you taste defeat, you see it's sweet like bear claws

The reason I don't answer their calls

What they're re-ing up with, I done spent on a pair of drawers

You don't know what a square cost

Got three pairs of white ones without the Air Force

Yo, here's a little tip for my niggas who lettin' go all these rounds

Before they pick you up, get the rest of your story down

I know the game, these minor adjustments I'm callin' out (Callin' out)

You know I raised the kind of wolves you gotta pet with a .40 cal'

I need a hundred, and they ain't tryna settle (Fuck that)

At Magic City, in this Dior hoodie, snaggin' on my bezel

Don't tell me nothin' 'bout no gangster shit, we connected out the country

When you finally meet the Butch, it's like you sittin' down with Bumpy

You seen me with the chopsticks when I heard I got my spot hit

Grammy-nominated, and on a FBI watchlist

I used to drop the whole thing, I used to leave the pot bent

They never gave me no game, I used to teach 'em pot tricks, yeah

You know I still get the work price cheaper than whoever you know

My plug get the door with the TV on Telemundo

Two-fifty, all doves, three bags when I place a order

The only thing I'm scared of is God and a tape recorder

Huh, ayo, I'm hot enough to sit and chill in a fire pit

Show me who the best, I'ma kill the entire list

Drugs that I sell make you feel a higher bliss

Two things I hate, bills and IRS, huh

But I'm all about buildin' alliances

Buyin' properties, gettin' deals on appliances

A scientist in his drug dealer environment

A jungle, my bitch got the skills of a lioness

To get a hundred mil' require risk, huh

So l'ma ride this bitch 'til the wheels is tireless

My hustle is real inspirin', retirin'

After sellin' pills in the hills of Ireland

You gon' catch chills when the choir riff

I know if you deal with entitlement, I feel my spider sense

Make y'all kneel to Iron Fist

The steerin' wheel in my whip can conceal an entire brick

Trust

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