"SS2 Freestyle" lyrics
Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh Lyrics
Right now, nigga
Huh? Upstate
Make sure y'all go and get that, man
My nigga Duffell
Rest in peace DJ Shay, rest in peace, pray, man
Rest in peace Loverboy, my nigga
Ah, ah
Let's go (Let's go)
Ayo, ayo
One call, two broads bringin' the bricks back
Three traps, 'bout four in the mornin', they blitz that
Now off every joint, I make five or six stacks
He lift and weight and snitch, that guy's a gym rat
Seven chains, eight watches, feel like my wrist snapped
And nine out of ten rappers get bitch-slapped, uh
They want our crown, so we base-fully hold ours
Yeah, this king shit, they got to pay me in gold bars
These bars so sacred, you got to quote on a chapel
And this dope won't burn, unless it's rolled in tobacco
My safe space, a few hundred acres, on in a castle
Nigga I fed bit my hand, like the logo from Apple
Butch' on high alert, when I'm asleep, especially
'Cause the only way I can protect my peace is if my peace protect me
A white girl on my lap, then it won't be a Becky
I took a key and straight—, ayy, look
Girl or boy, no matter what you got a bird of, get rid of it
A twenty-year run is unheard of
That two-hundred cash, I had stashed in a shirt of
You sell it back and kill a fiend, that's first-degree murder
I remember, it was twenty on a truck when y'all was one brick status (Mmm)
I re-up with everythin', that's how funds get balanced (Mmm)
But y'all know, once it's crackin', it comes with static
It's so hot, I can't talk, it's like the one-chip challenge (Mmm)
These big jewels on my neck, that's 'bout a hundred in change, uh
But y'all the type to make a couple hundred and change
This the life of a streetrunner, doublin' 'cane
Bouncin' from two or three spots and not one in your name (Woo)
Y'all got split personalities, from me, y'all hide that, ah
No pass, but the streets all contact (Woo)
I'm quarterback one, nigga
And I ain't in a league, but my new deal look like a C-Hawks contract
BSF, nigga
Ayy, got her ass beat, will I invest? You know I'm still a connect
Without cash, shit, I'm feelin' depressed (What else?)
I buy a house while still under stress
Renovate it, now the accent raw, match the ceiling and steps (Woo)
Criminal background, drug dealin' and theft
Hard to make millions without dealin' regret
Huh, a whole lot dealin' with Spesh
Write a check you can't cash, hell gon' be your billin' address
Huh, to beat my price, they all be tryin'
Corny gods know I provide the ticket that be hard to find
I could sell this for forty-five
But I'ma meet you at twenty-three hundred, like it's army time
Huh, I had to get more in control (Woo)
Huh, nigga, I had to get more on the roads
Back then, you know, I had affordable goals
In '04, I used to travel with a portable stove (Hmm)
Had to put my old ho' on the road
She was forty years old, first time she transported a load
I'm the reason your daughter chose cocaine
But don't blame me, 'cause she got her father's nose
Was on the road for five weeks
My license bad, I don't drive, I pay the passenger side sleep
Huh, five freaks
So many hoes tried to hop in the ride, I had to assign seats (Hahaha)
I don't feed trance (Yeah)
If I sent flowers to her house, then it was weed plants
You know me, I feed camps
Givin' you a brick is how I extend the isle of tree-branch
I'll show you how to get free bands
Yeah, this work stepped on, but it'll still make a fiend dance
A rich nigga in cheap pants
But the way I whoop your ass, you'd think I had three hands, Trust
Yeah, let's go, nigga
Ah
Huh? Upstate
Make sure y'all go and get that, man
My nigga Duffell
Rest in peace DJ Shay, rest in peace, pray, man
Rest in peace Loverboy, my nigga
Ah, ah
Let's go (Let's go)
Ayo, ayo
One call, two broads bringin' the bricks back
Three traps, 'bout four in the mornin', they blitz that
Now off every joint, I make five or six stacks
He lift and weight and snitch, that guy's a gym rat
Seven chains, eight watches, feel like my wrist snapped
And nine out of ten rappers get bitch-slapped, uh
They want our crown, so we base-fully hold ours
Yeah, this king shit, they got to pay me in gold bars
These bars so sacred, you got to quote on a chapel
And this dope won't burn, unless it's rolled in tobacco
My safe space, a few hundred acres, on in a castle
Nigga I fed bit my hand, like the logo from Apple
Butch' on high alert, when I'm asleep, especially
'Cause the only way I can protect my peace is if my peace protect me
A white girl on my lap, then it won't be a Becky
I took a key and straight—, ayy, look
Girl or boy, no matter what you got a bird of, get rid of it
A twenty-year run is unheard of
That two-hundred cash, I had stashed in a shirt of
You sell it back and kill a fiend, that's first-degree murder
I remember, it was twenty on a truck when y'all was one brick status (Mmm)
I re-up with everythin', that's how funds get balanced (Mmm)
But y'all know, once it's crackin', it comes with static
It's so hot, I can't talk, it's like the one-chip challenge (Mmm)
These big jewels on my neck, that's 'bout a hundred in change, uh
But y'all the type to make a couple hundred and change
This the life of a streetrunner, doublin' 'cane
Bouncin' from two or three spots and not one in your name (Woo)
Y'all got split personalities, from me, y'all hide that, ah
No pass, but the streets all contact (Woo)
I'm quarterback one, nigga
And I ain't in a league, but my new deal look like a C-Hawks contract
BSF, nigga
Ayy, got her ass beat, will I invest? You know I'm still a connect
Without cash, shit, I'm feelin' depressed (What else?)
I buy a house while still under stress
Renovate it, now the accent raw, match the ceiling and steps (Woo)
Criminal background, drug dealin' and theft
Hard to make millions without dealin' regret
Huh, a whole lot dealin' with Spesh
Write a check you can't cash, hell gon' be your billin' address
Huh, to beat my price, they all be tryin'
Corny gods know I provide the ticket that be hard to find
I could sell this for forty-five
But I'ma meet you at twenty-three hundred, like it's army time
Huh, I had to get more in control (Woo)
Huh, nigga, I had to get more on the roads
Back then, you know, I had affordable goals
In '04, I used to travel with a portable stove (Hmm)
Had to put my old ho' on the road
She was forty years old, first time she transported a load
I'm the reason your daughter chose cocaine
But don't blame me, 'cause she got her father's nose
Was on the road for five weeks
My license bad, I don't drive, I pay the passenger side sleep
Huh, five freaks
So many hoes tried to hop in the ride, I had to assign seats (Hahaha)
I don't feed trance (Yeah)
If I sent flowers to her house, then it was weed plants
You know me, I feed camps
Givin' you a brick is how I extend the isle of tree-branch
I'll show you how to get free bands
Yeah, this work stepped on, but it'll still make a fiend dance
A rich nigga in cheap pants
But the way I whoop your ass, you'd think I had three hands, Trust
Yeah, let's go, nigga
Ah
