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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Pennick
Lyrics
Francisco Javier Barraza Rodriguez
Composer
Chauncey Hollis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Producer
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Jack Doutt
Mastering Engineer
Jun Kim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
I ain't even gon' count down for you ****
Turn the beat up some
The Butcher comin'
I'ma surprise you ****
[Verse 1]
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've 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 **** couldn't score if they had game point
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
So let's stay brief
I'm in a rush, and TSA, they tryna X-ray me
I made my bitch so bad that her ex can't speak
The only way to make her lit-er is a sex tape leak, a little porn
[Bridge]
Come on, I'm just fuckin' around, uh-huh
Yeah, uh
[Verse 3]
Fuck the world, am I wrong?
I'm in the V.I.P., a hundred **** strong
Hustlers yellin' from the bleachers, "Put me on"
I ran it up, ain't take me long
My life a story outta Psalms
And I can put that on my mother's first-born
In my city, I'm King Kong
Kim Jong Un, to me, you **** 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
So, how you **** gon' hide from us with polka-dots on?
You **** is drawn
You prolly 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, I'm chillin'
These killas with me keep asking me what we doin'
Them **** bored
[Bridge]
Aye, yo, get the champagne
Aye, yo, Hit Boy, we gon' get the champagne and goggles
We sprayin' this shit everywhere
We goin' to Illio's
Tell 'em to open the back room up for us, let's go
[Chorus]
And I'm Bron
After the chip, I told my folks back home, "So long"
I move 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
Written by: Chauncey Hollis, Francisco Javier Barraza Rodriguez, Francisco Rodriguez R., Jeremie Pennick