"Big Difference" lyrics
Benny the Butcher, DJ Shay & Harry Fraud Lyrics
(feat. Bruiser Wolf & Fuego Base)
These are the realm Sopranos
All these keys in the crib, I don't know what to push
Violin stamps on the bricks, now you know that it's Butch
And it's Chess, not Checkers, so we goin' for Rooks
And y'all don't even make what I ordered to cook
Experience made me a scholar, y'all don't make no ciabatta
Coke white, but it ain't Mr. Rogers
42 bottles, after three drinks, I be wildin'
I get to cussin' bitches out like I'm Adrien Broner
Uh, Rolls-Royce Dawn, oysters, and salt and pepper prawns
All that mean is if they come, I'm makin' bomb
Yeah, cause I was in the game when it was life or death
You better price a vest before you ice your neck
Y'all get a bitch and stash cheese in the house
And put keys in the house, but no keys to the house
Meanwhile, my dick in it, she can't breathe through her mouth
YCs on the couch, I'm puttin' Cs on the blouse
Money, sex, and drugs and organized crime
Get your shit together, I organized mines
Met a plug and then told him that the borderline mines
Got him rich and only shook his hand four or five times
You got a problem with my acquisitions
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
I need one KG, that's a big ticket
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
AC, I had to change my conditions
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
My diamonds dance, yours? No rhythm
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
My trap known for a potent mix
Jaheim niggas put the women first and be broke as shit
Your feet hurt?
While my feet up?
Y'all can Chat GPT anything but how to re-up
I ran grams and I can't scam
They go for five in Minnesota and they flyin' like Ant Man
Poppy keep it sturdy and steady, I'm still on papers
Or I would've got a hairline from Turkey already
Backin' up, tatted label, I'm on the three day leave
You on shorty couch but hatin' on the cheap APs
They say that grimy nigga watchin' my bank
He could die, nigga shot his ass before
Just not in his face, uh
Failed rappers broke and got a grudge with us
Shooter in the car, cause he ain't old enough to club with us
He 15 and hold his iron tight I left him in the
Lamb' hotboxin' like I am Mike
You got a problem with my acquisitions
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
I need 1KG, that's a big ticket
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
AC, I had to change my conditions
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
My diamonds dance, yours, no rhythm
You a hater, not a opp
That's a big difference
All these keys in the crib, I don't know what to push
Violin stamps on the bricks, now you know that it's Butch
And it's Chess, not Checkers, so we goin' for Rooks
And y'all don't even make what I ordered to cook
Experience made me a scholar, y'all don't make no ciabatta
Coke white, but it ain't Mr. Rogers
42 bottles, after three drinks, I be wildin'
I get to cussin' bitches out like I'm Adrien Broner
Uh, Rolls-Royce Dawn, oysters, and salt and pepper prawns
All that mean is if they come, I'm makin' bomb
Yeah, cause I was in the game when it was life or death
You better price a vest before you ice your neck
Y'all get a bitch and stash cheese in the house
And put keys in the house, but no keys to the house
Meanwhile, my dick in it, she can't breathe through her mouth
YCs on the couch, I'm puttin' Cs on the blouse
Money, sex, and drugs and organized crime
Get your shit together, I organized mines
Met a plug and then told him that the borderline mines
Got him rich and only shook his hand four or five times
You got a problem with my acquisitions
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
I need one KG, that's a big ticket
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
AC, I had to change my conditions
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
My diamonds dance, yours? No rhythm
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
My trap known for a potent mix
Jaheim niggas put the women first and be broke as shit
Your feet hurt?
While my feet up?
Y'all can Chat GPT anything but how to re-up
I ran grams and I can't scam
They go for five in Minnesota and they flyin' like Ant Man
Poppy keep it sturdy and steady, I'm still on papers
Or I would've got a hairline from Turkey already
Backin' up, tatted label, I'm on the three day leave
You on shorty couch but hatin' on the cheap APs
They say that grimy nigga watchin' my bank
He could die, nigga shot his ass before
Just not in his face, uh
Failed rappers broke and got a grudge with us
Shooter in the car, cause he ain't old enough to club with us
He 15 and hold his iron tight I left him in the
Lamb' hotboxin' like I am Mike
You got a problem with my acquisitions
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
I need 1KG, that's a big ticket
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
AC, I had to change my conditions
You a hater, not an opp, that's a big difference
My diamonds dance, yours, no rhythm
You a hater, not a opp
That's a big difference
