Hundred Plus - Benny the Butcher, CONWAY THE MACHINE

I’m what the hustle made, look at me

The judge threw the book at me

Now I charge a quarter joint for a booking fee

And I could fit three, four bricks inside a

Then step on them in them Dior shits without the logo

Y’all niggas need help quick, Imma fuck somebody else bitch

The fuck you gonna tell a nigga that made hisself rich?

Tool to your helmet, that’s how niggas get dealt with

We wait outside your funeral to get somebody else clipped

You gotta really play the rock like this, you not like this

My big dog told me, «grab th fork and spin a pot like this»

I snatched a Pyrex by th handle and then I locked my wrist

And I’ll let you have the rest of them if you knock my bitch

Yeah, I let her stay the night, but she not my bitch

I fly your baby mama out and let her top my bitch

Only paper gon' stop my itch

I really did it, they need a clinic for all the haters I got sick

Niggas 'round you gon' feel like you don’t deserve this shit

You stay strapped 'cause envy could get murderous

Before rap, we was strong in the hood

I play for keeps though 'cause great lasts longer than good

The Butcher coming, nigga

The fuck niggas talkin' about?

You know the Butcher coming

Argh

Doot doot doot

Big BSF, Griselda shit

Look

Imma keep me a bank roll, put that on my soul

If there’s pressure then

In my tenure, Lord knows how many bricks I sold

My dog still at it, I’m rappin', I took a different road

My nigga Floyd 'bout to get parole

He been locked up since long white T-shirts and

We get into it when we get a load

Count it and cook it all night, my fingertips hurt and my wrist was swole

Whoa, all the cars was a hundred plus

You take care of your dogs, then you one of us

I seen all this comin' we was comin' up

Maybach G wagon, I fucked the summer up

That bitch bad, I got her ass done and tummy tucked

Just to let her know, I ran my numbers up

I came a long way from bagging bundles up

It’s a cold world, better bundle up

Sniffin' out the kilo like I’m Al Pacino

Gettin' Rothstein money, bitch, this my casino

Nobody fuckin' with me, it’s a landslide

I got traps in other cities like I’m franchisin'