More songs by Benny The Butcher
Description
Main Artist: Benny The Butcher
Main Artist: Grafh
Lyricist: Philip Bernard
Lyricist: Jeremie Damon
Composer: Michael Cox
Composer: John Groover
Lyrics and translation
Original
. . . Fuck boy, don't come where I'm at! Fuck a gun, I done seen niggas die strapped.
I seen the ghost of the opps that got clapped.
Ain't gone nowhere, but motherfucker, I'm back. I'm back,
I'm back!
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, ho?
My name Grafh, baby. Check, uh.
Strapped with the plug, I ain't linkin' without it.
Eyes wide shut, I ain't blinkin' without it. I ain't sinkin' without it.
I'm so hot-headed, I could turn cocaine into crack thinkin' about it.
I don't care who hot, new topic.
I got birds hula hoop hoppin', flew the coop flockin'. That's why when I walk in the coupe, then the roof droppin'.
Tell the rappers when I walk in the booth, then I'm food shoppin'.
Banana clip under the semi pokin'. Inf. . . die over the curve like a semicolon.
I'm already rollin', damn near summer, it's already snowin'.
I'm already loaded, beam -on the beam is already glowin'. -I'm surrounded by demons and deadly omens.
Coke the dope, go from Celine to the Kelly Rowland.
So many souls lost in the sauce and so many stolen.
But my mama's death is breakin' a heart that's already broken. But I'm king, I thought I had the crown glued on.
I'm a machine, nigga, I -got the crown screwed on, talk about it. -Fuck boy, don't come where I'm at!
Fuck a gun, I done seen niggas die strapped.
I seen the ghost of the opps that got clapped. Ain't gone nowhere, but motherfucker, I'm back.
I'm back, I'm back!
Squeeze first, ask questions last.
Squeeze first, ask questions last, last.
It's the black Soprano don, I put a trap in a pizza shop.
Then put rims on your baby mama Equinox. Hundred thousand in a Adidas box.
I whip the Kia rock, the air holes in it look like cheetah spots. VS1's drippin', I got the logo painted. Park my
Benz on the curb, I got no home trainin'.
Yeah, we posted on the strip, but you don't go to those places. I let 'em post me in they pics, I make broke hoes famous.
Chain was a buck, can't tell me mines didn't shine.
She can't tell the difference from Jalen Hurts' diamonds and mine.
While we at it, let's talk about this AP watch. That'll blind you, turn you to Ray like Jamie Foxx. Nigga, it's
Buffalo to Queens.
I stuffed a couple things in a twin mattress, now I only fuck her on the king. But I'm the GOAT, get text ho from the iPhone 16, nigga.
You know I gave the same number to a fiend.
From a long list of bosses, play chess with the labels. I used to play Spades on the dirty kitchen table.
That's why I like to talk dope, my shit too explicit.
Nuts hangin' like gorillas at a zoo exhibit. Everybody hate, your own brother don't like you.
Fuck around and go upstate, your own mother won't write you, fuck!
Fuck boy, don't come where I'm at! Fuck a gun, I done seen niggas die strapped.
I seen the ghost of the opps that got clapped.
Ain't gone nowhere, but motherfucker, I'm back. I'm back,
I'm back! Squeeze first, ask questions last.
Squeeze first, ask questions last, last.
English translation
. . . Fuck boy, don't come where I'm at! Fuck a gun, I done seen niggas die strapped.
I seen the ghost of the opps that got clapped.
Ain't gone nowhere, but motherfucker, I'm back. I'm back,
I'm back!
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, ho?
My name Grafh, baby. Check, uh.
Strapped with the plug, I ain't linkin' without it.
Eyes wide shut, I ain't blinkin' without it. I ain't sinkin' without it.
I'm so hot-headed, I could turn cocaine into crack thinkin' about it.
I don't care who hot, new topic.
I got birds hula hoop hoppin', flew the coop flockin'. That's why when I walk in the coupe, then the roof droppin'.
Tell the rappers when I walk in the booth, then I'm food shoppin'.
Banana clip under the semi pokin'. Inf. . . die over the curve like a semicolon.
I'm already rollin', damn near summer, it's already snowin'.
I'm already loaded, beam -on the beam is already glowin'. -I'm surrounded by demons and deadly omens.
Coke the dope, go from Celine to the Kelly Rowland.
So many souls lost in the sauce and so many stolen.
But my mama's death is breakin' a heart that's already broken. But I'm king, I thought I had the crown glued on.
I'm a machine, nigga, I -got the crown screwed on, talk about it. -Fuck boy, don't come where I'm at!
Fuck a gun, I done seen niggas die strapped.
I seen the ghost of the opps that got clapped. Ain't gone nowhere, but motherfucker, I'm back.
I'm back, I'm back!
Squeeze first, ask questions last.
Squeeze first, ask questions last, last.
It's the black Soprano don, I put a trap in a pizza shop.
Then put rims on your baby mama Equinox. Hundred thousand in a Adidas box.
I whip the Kia rock, the air holes in it look like cheetah spots. VS1's drippin', I got the logo painted. Park my
Benz on the curb, I got no home trainin'.
Yeah, we posted on the strip, but you don't go to those places. I let 'em post me in they pics, I make broke hoes famous.
Chain was a buck, can't tell me mines didn't shine.
She can't tell the difference from Jalen Hurts' diamonds and mine.
While we at it, let's talk about this AP watch. That'll blind you, turn you to Ray like Jamie Foxx. Nigga, it's
Buffalo to Queens.
I stuffed a couple things in a twin mattress, now I only fuck her on the king. But I'm the GOAT, get text ho from the iPhone 16, nigga.
You know I gave the same number to a fiend.
From a long list of bosses, play chess with the labels. I used to play Spades on the dirty kitchen table.
That's why I like to talk dope, my shit too explicit.
Nuts hangin' like gorillas at a zoo exhibit. Everybody hate, your own brother don't like you.
Fuck around and go upstate, your own mother won't write you, fuck!
Fuck boy, don't come where I'm at! Fuck a gun, I done seen niggas die strapped.
I seen the ghost of the opps that got clapped.
Ain't gone nowhere, but motherfucker, I'm back. I'm back,
I'm back! Squeeze first, ask questions last.
Squeeze first, ask questions last, last.