Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
38 Spesh
38 Spesh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Pennick
Lyrics
Justin Harrell
Lyrics
Lucas Muniz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chup The Producer
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, who really the king? It's me, it's Spesh
It's like upstate, gotta switch and crown
The best to go back and forth since Kiss and Styles
Every time we drop, the hottest shit around
Stabbed & Shot 2, ****, The Butcher comin', ****
Yeah, ah, so fuck who said what
That type of disrespect, y'all make the news over
In traffic with teenage shooters like AAU coaches
The money stop when the custy's drop, don't make it too potent
Do what I told y'all on 5 to 50 and make a new whole
I'm good in this game of numbers, it's like we playin' Legos as kids
No Cain and Abel, we more like the Chambers brothers
Nah, lines on Willa Mello, we ball like them famous brothers
And when it's dry, we only drop shit to entertain each other
And they been beggin' for the Stabbed & Shot shit
Like they been beggin' for me back when I up and left for rap and got rich, then
Double back in a Apricot 6, then
Jumped out that rockin' a quarter by my waist wearin' Travis Scott kicks
Dick for expensive hoes, trips for submissive hoes
The game been in my clench, I feel like I know jiu-jitsu hoes
Who you gave your dope to? They runnin' off with work to rock them furs
I took that work that I deserve and took my verse on Dr. Birds stat, ****
[Verse 2]
Don't be an easy purchase, killed for cheap, a G a person
A crook, when your life get took, no reimbursin'
If he live and he need the nurses, defeat the purpose
So he shot him and shot him again like he rehearsin'
I don't know who sold more birds, me or Church's
Price is so young that they can't read in cursive
D's searchin' Suburbans, she was nervous
But I protected more white than Secret Service, huh
It's like these lil' **** have to splurge
You gon' crash and burn, you only re-in' with a half a bird
Gettin' rich is your last concern
How you late on the rent when you and your bitch got matchin' furs?
That's my word, y'all have some nerves
**** act like family, but family ain't an action word
Was passin' birds past the curb
Now it's 'bout takin' cash I earned, makin' it grow tax-deferred, trust
Written by: Jeremie Pennick, Justin Harrell, Lucas Muniz
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