"TSA PRE-CHECK" lyrics
Red Cafe & Benny The Butcher Lyrics
This is not a scrimmage
Any room I'm in I am the realest
If I ain't get my cut I bring the scissors
Only play the game if I'm a winner
My city cold I keep the heat close for the blizzard
And now I'm tricky I smoke loud
My Spanish bull like bacalao
We sim—simma then I hit her with the zagazow
Good deal four quarters without a foul
When I'm in the town you know that stuff is in the town
Who could it be if it's not me?
The red lights couldn't stop me
Only superhead could top me
Only a stallion could whop me
Only the bardies could whop me
The thicker the better
But from my experience the slimmer the wetter
I need that heavy service and I need all of the extras
I'm accepting all flowers and all of the gestures
What else?
I'm everywhere like air
TSA pre—checked clear
I am Mike Mayweather Ric Flair
They try to take me out but I'm still here
I'm the realest in the room
Cock chase hit the gas zoom zoom
Jump supply by the cartoon
Royal oak AP soaking wet
All these cubans pilled up I got a broken neck
Blue tip bullets that are open flesh
We have the arguments about who cook dope the best
You know a real hustler never need his hand held
Cause anything can happen long as it's playing well
That was us in that stairwell hand scale
I told my lawyer I'm too rich for a cram sale
Ducked everything I'm more valuable home
I'm in casual clothes wearing valuable stones
I'm a boss off my status alone
Smackin' my bones I'm like that
My hoes don't even talk back on the phone
Miss that French connection
They've been collecting
Miss that true story drug rap y'all been neglecting
Enough power I could probably run and win elections
Sold so many bricks I hope I'm getting into heaven
Pray for me
I'm hearing rumors from admitted liars
Damn I just claimed to clear the room up like humidifiers
Let's go
Caught a flat when I hit a tire
I pulled up sparked a match then I lit a fire
Butch
I'm everywhere like air
TSA pre—checked clear
I ain't Mike Mayweather Ric Flair
They try to take me out but I'm still here
I'm the realest in the room
Cock chase hit the gas zoom zoom
Drum supply by the cartoon
Ricky lock loaded Boom boom boom
This is not a test
Any room I'm in I am the realest
If I ain't get my cut I bring the scissors
Only play the game if I'm a winner
My city cold I keep the heat close for the blizzard
And now I'm tricky I smoke loud
My Spanish bull like bacalao
We sim—simma then I hit her with the zagazow
Good deal four quarters without a foul
When I'm in the town you know that stuff is in the town
Who could it be if it's not me?
The red lights couldn't stop me
Only superhead could top me
Only a stallion could whop me
Only the bardies could whop me
The thicker the better
But from my experience the slimmer the wetter
I need that heavy service and I need all of the extras
I'm accepting all flowers and all of the gestures
What else?
I'm everywhere like air
TSA pre—checked clear
I am Mike Mayweather Ric Flair
They try to take me out but I'm still here
I'm the realest in the room
Cock chase hit the gas zoom zoom
Jump supply by the cartoon
Royal oak AP soaking wet
All these cubans pilled up I got a broken neck
Blue tip bullets that are open flesh
We have the arguments about who cook dope the best
You know a real hustler never need his hand held
Cause anything can happen long as it's playing well
That was us in that stairwell hand scale
I told my lawyer I'm too rich for a cram sale
Ducked everything I'm more valuable home
I'm in casual clothes wearing valuable stones
I'm a boss off my status alone
Smackin' my bones I'm like that
My hoes don't even talk back on the phone
Miss that French connection
They've been collecting
Miss that true story drug rap y'all been neglecting
Enough power I could probably run and win elections
Sold so many bricks I hope I'm getting into heaven
Pray for me
I'm hearing rumors from admitted liars
Damn I just claimed to clear the room up like humidifiers
Let's go
Caught a flat when I hit a tire
I pulled up sparked a match then I lit a fire
Butch
I'm everywhere like air
TSA pre—checked clear
I ain't Mike Mayweather Ric Flair
They try to take me out but I'm still here
I'm the realest in the room
Cock chase hit the gas zoom zoom
Drum supply by the cartoon
Ricky lock loaded Boom boom boom
This is not a test
