18 Wheeler

Let's go

Hah, let's go

You know what this is

The Butcher comin', n*gga

Ay, 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 the pot so many times they think OJ done it

If me and Push would've linked back when I was a dealer

That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia

Enough glitter on my neck that make my ex-b*tch bitter

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

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

When I was travelin' without no license, yes, I really took those type of risks

I'm laughin' at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell Os

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 b*tch got the 50, 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 b*tch, but I'm not a n*gga she tell no (Yeah)

'Cause you got the b*tch fly, but it wasn't Chanel though

I'm nothin' like you new gangsters, pointin' guns at the camera (Never)

I bet you n*ggas practice in the mirror, brick of money to your earlobe

Six pics, same brick, somethin' weird though

They say a hero's nothin' but a sandwich

The 488 comin' through like the prayin' mantis

My b*tches got standards

It's fair in love and war, it's okay to f*ck 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

I flooded my corner

I flooded my corner right after the scale broke

The 488 comin' through like the prayin' mantis

That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia

As long as he empty the bag

As long as he empty the bag like Black Santa

I used to sell Os, Black Santa

I used to sell Os, only I can coke rap this glamorous

This-this glamorous

Benny the Butcher, Push, Benny the Butcher, Push