18 Wheeler (feat. Pusha T)

Let's go

Ah, let's go

You know what this is?

The Butcher comin', ****

Aye, look

We don't do no price talk

'Cause I already know they numbers

Plus, me and your old connect

Was tighter than them Dolce runners

First time I ever cooked a deuce, I got a four-way from it

Stabbed it in a pot so many times, they think OJ done it

If me and Push woulda linked back when I was a dealer

That's a eighteen wheeler to my town from Virginia

Enough glitter on my neck to make my ex-bitch bitter

I pulled up to the 'jects pushin' the Lex' like I'm Jigga, uh

To really make these types of checks, I took my chances

When I was scramblin' without no license

Yes, I really took those types of risks

I'm laughin' at indictment threats

Huh, I used to sell O's

But now I outsell shows, to the feds, the trail cold

When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail home

I got close homies that caught new cases on jail phones

Velcro strap the clip, got a curve like a elbow

She countin' up, when the bitch got to fifty, her nail broke

They talkin' racks, but my plug bring it back on the sailboat, uh

And I flooded my corner right after the scale broke

That's your bitch, but I'm not a **** she tell, no (Yeah)

'Cause you got the bitch fly, but it wasn't Chanel, though

I'm nothing like you new gangsters, pointin' guns at the camera

I bet you **** practice in the mirror

Brick of money to your earlobe

Six pics, same brick, something weird, though

They say a hero's nothing but a sandwich

The 488 comin' through like the prayin' mantis

My bitches got standards

It's fair in love and war, it's okay to fuck a scammer

As long as he empty the bag like Black Santa

Steak dinners at Dan Tana's, pick a Tamara

The purple in my rainbow is amethyst

Only I can coke rap this glamorous

The only drug dealer out at fashion week

With an 80/20 split, like Master P

Why would I ever 50/50? You ain't half of me!

Benny the Butcher comin' after me, Push