Dirty Harry

Uh

Oh, this what we doin'?

Mmh

Plugs I Met, BSF gang, n*gga

GxFR, oh, we cookin'

Uh, watch me work

Check

My pen movin' like I'm improvin'

I deliver Def Jams, call me Rick Rubin

Big nine millimeter or the SIG shootin'

Brains hangin' out your wig, you a Fig Newton

Pie cooker, word to Jimmy "Fly" Snuka

Tomahawk dunk on all of you five-footers, uh

Speaker knocker, this that 45 woofer

Slaughter guys, and this hit was ordered by the Butcher

Payne, more bananas than the zoo

Gorilla, and all my hammers got that panoramic view

You n*ggas gamble with life 'til that cannon blam at you

Small-minded, blow out your brain and expand a n*gga view

Raw specimen, pure medicine

Benny said clean n*ggas up, I'm George Jefferson

Black Sopranos, we workin', three quarters Mexican

Bars hit you like findin' out your daughter a lesbian

We got 'em hooked, it's the drugs that they came for

Leatherface, it's still blood on my chainsaw

Shower Posse, n*ggas love when the rain pour

Sorcerer, the torturer, that's what they call me Payne for

OBH hammer, let a spark go

Got that big AR-Ab, I'm in the Dark Lo

Bumpin' Lik Moss, I pull up, then I park slow

Bananas and pineapples, n*gga, no Kevin Hart though (Payne)

(The Butcher comin', n*gga)

Yo, I got the green light from OGs that fathered the era

But what I did with a pot gon' make it hard to compare us (Facts)

I wash the blood off the money that my daughters inherit

And kept the barrel so hot that it fog up the mirrors

These n*ggas rap, so next time we into some sh*t, check it

Look, I ain't gon' clip you, I'm gettin' your ***** pregnant

Up early, serve you 28 grams with breakfast

And I could charge tuition to give you my wrist method

In the trap five straight hours, blendin' up fine gray powder

The fumes knock you out like Deontay Wilder

I call it get rich music, but y'all say albums

For n*ggas who got the long bids and lost they values (Uh huh)

Look, it's crazy up in Attica, they wildin' up in Sing Sing

Me against the world like Pat Riley and the Dream Team

Level three vest, MAC-90 with a green beam (Brrr)

Dead body on a dead body, I done seen things

Ah, the ride back with the stress

Supply packs to your steps, but I'm taxin' to death

I used to wanna get a contract with the Nets

But that changed when I got in contact with a connect, ah

Yeah, look, it's do or die, n*gga, you decide

Last n*gga shot at me and missed, it was like committin' suicide (That smoke)

Think it's a game? All we do it slide

Brodie on the backseat shootin' some sh*t that's Lil Uzi-size (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

Yeah, only hittin' above the neck (Huh)

I stopped robbin', gave the mask and the gloves a rest (Uh huh)

I flew to Cali just to find a new drug connect

And I still got a good rapport with all the plugs I met (That's a fact, n*gga)

Yeah, I don't know why you p*ssy n*ggas bother

Big FN bullets flip a n*gga Charger (Doot, doot, doot, doot)

Your favorite rappers is my sons, I'm you n*ggas' fathers

I'm the reason all them n*ggas tryna spit it harder (Hah)

You rap like you trappin', you made pennies (Picture that)

We 'bout that action, we clappin', we spray semis (Yeah, n*gga)

Connect send me the package, I made plenty

I don't f*ck with no n*gga that rap if it ain't Benny, motherf*ckers (Brrr, yeah)