B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Fire In The Booth Freestyle lyrics

Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER & Conway the Machine] Put on my shoes, nah, my hammer was first Bulletproof the whip I use to take my grandma to church I went gram for gram with the work, hand-to-hand on the first Everybody who hatin' now was a fan of us first (Woo) Ayy, look, underdog, what, hmm, what you wanna do? Let's put a hundred more up, ni**a, this summer all us I'm in two whips, one a Tahoe, one a tour bus Got so many straps with us, we could start a war up (Yeah) It's a real safe hazard if you still yay traffick (Mmm) Show where that money comin' from, still pay taxes (Mmm) The IRS comin' and they steal faith faster Start a business in the building that you still make racks in (Mmm) I learned from my losses, stripes I earned from the bosses (Yeah) Whippin' deuces 'til them hoopties turned into Porsches (Talk to 'em) I curve b*tches often, lies, I heard b*tches talkin', hah She mines, a send a text back, these bird b*tches stalkin' (Ha) You gotta be careful, these hoes think they fancy I just want my dick su*ked, she wanna start a family (Hahahaha) She average, get her taxes, and go to Miami, but (Damn) With this kind of status, I'll probably go to the Grammy's, huh I know ni**as hate me, I came out the trenches On some new sh*t, but some ways soundin' vintage (Yeah) PayPal or credit, send that cake or you deaded This the real definition, how you stay down and get it (Yeah) I'm the next Nasir if they judge us off skill Got your b*tch in the middle of Times Square, Lauryn Hill (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Told her my phone was dead, she wrote her number on the bill (It's the Butcher) Off-White paint on my jacket look like a spill, huh (Ugh) Played last year, but watch the price shoot up (Yeah) All black, my entourage dress just like shooters (Yeah) You spend your life with her, me, I give a night to her (GxF) 'Cause Drake told these b*tches they don't gotta be nice to us (Mmm) Thousand grams on a plate, that's what my preference was So I had interviews with connects, not the Breakfast Club, facts He told me twenty-six, it was thirty before that I heard he done scored that, you was dirty before rap, ni**a [Interlude: Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER] The motherfu*kin' Butcher, ni**a It's big Griselda, ni**a Big BSF in this sh*t, ni**a Yeah, let me fix my motherfu*kin' jewels right quick I need to catch my drip, my stick, fix your furniture Look [Verse 2: Conway the Machine & BENNY THE BUTCHER] I just bought a new four-fifth from my man Just came from Atlanta, trunk full, he just got back from a road trip Gave me two cartridges, box of bullets for both clips He said, "You better buy a couple more, they gon' be sold quick" I said, "My ni**a, when you slidin' off?" 'Cause I'ma do this jux tonight, then I'm back tomorrow to buy 'em all (Mmm) Uh, I took a loss, but now I'm back buyin' raw Sell it for the Shaq, but I get it for the Bryan Shaw Lettin' off this MAC, got you ni**as tryna climb a wall I put the pressure on your shooters like Kawhi the Klaw (Mmm) And every verse, I'm applying more Heard 6ix9ine testified, I ain't surprised at all (fu*k it) We do the walk-ups, my ni**a, we ain't drivin' by I brought Flee with me, and he been dyin' to slide My ni**a did twelve years for lettin' iron fly Left when he was 16, he came home Zion-sized (Mmm) My doctor mad that I wouldn't let him operate I bounced back and I just make more money than my doctor make Violate and you gettin' a surgeon and a doctor date I'm like a helicopter landin', all the noise my chopper make Ask if it's a problem, they won't answer me back I'm courtside in Portland, Carmelo Anthony back Really just came to see my plug, I go hand him the sack I'm smilin' like Anderson .Paak when he hand me the packs, my ni**a (Hahaha) Pull up in a gray spaceship, hop out, pair of Asics Told Flee, "You gon' be rich", you just gotta stay patient My b*tch lookin' like a young Sanaa Lathan Sittin' ringside watchin' Tank Davis, Johnny Dang chain bracelet ni**as mad that I'm eatin' and they can't take it 'Bout to drop my album and the impact gon' shake pavement If it's smoke, four goons pull up with Ks wavin' A lot of bullets thrown like when Brady played Peyton (Woo) Huh, rock this designer to my drawers ni**as slidin' to the mall, but ain't findin' this Dior, ni**a We was in the trenches sellin' China by the store Window-watchin' in the trap, MAC-90 by the door (Mmm) In Houston, ridin' down Westheimer in the car That cost more than what you signed for, admire from afar If you ni**as run up on me, then I'm firin' this rod Chopper set you fu*k ni**as on fire, I'm the God, ni**a