Blam, Blam, Blam (feat. Conway & BENNY the BUTCHER)

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Word to the coke that's in my shooter nose (Sniff)

Beluga 2.0's in the coupe I drove

On the stoop in the cold, movin' stupid O's

Whip the fish before it even dried, deuce was sold

Take a half, produce a whole when I use the stove

Went from trappin' in Pelle jackets to rockin' Gucci clothes

That's why when you see me, I'm wit' a group of hoes

Bad bitches that look like Karrueche, I'm used to those

Bal Harbour shopping, my pockets do be swol'

Cuban's gold, put my knife in your body, remove your soul

Use your homie skirt to wipe my knife off

His blood splattered on my Kev Montclair, I stabbed him twice more

The fuck I'm takin' your advice for?

When they cut mama lights off, I started sellin' white soft

It's ironic, the **** they tried to write off

Was takin' the league by storm, I'm kind like Moss

Wake up in the morning to a blunted sour

Then I'm up in lust, I'm makin' money shower

You got money and respect, then you got fuckin' power

I'm rich, but I'll clap a **** over a hunnid dollars

Where I'm from, you keep the hammer tucked

**** is foul, fuck around, and get your nana bucked

Grimy **** will stick Santa up

Kill Rudolph, then eat 'em, you couldn't manage us

Why you think **** is comatose?

Homie gave the other homie mom a bag, now he got mad

Gotta kill 'em with the mag 'cause she overdosed

If I gotta box, it's the fifty-two or the rope-a-dope

Stuntin' in the drop, plottin' on the lot I could build on

Cross me, I'ma rock a **** knot

I ain't thinkin' like your average ****

I got carats off of carrots, sellin' juice

Peaceful, yet a savage ****

You can lie about them cartel ties

Well, I'm the type of guy to leave the cartel tired

Get the match, then the gas, watch the cartel die

I'll catch 'em slippin' in the gym and let a barbell fly

Break his face wit' a plate, like ghost of Charlie Murphy

But I'm the real ghost, you ain't no Charlie Murphy

Not in the comedic way, I'm the one who make Paul and Peter pay

Nine millimeter spray

What you know about the trap bein' slow 'cause the grams bad?

But the plug want his dough, so you pay for your man half (I'll take care of that)

.44 Bulldog, makin' your pants sag

I swim the swamp with a gator, I made it a handbag

They tell me I'm how hope look, them pots had to slow cook

Stack of paper on my kitchen table look like notebooks

Two shooters with you? We know them ****, they both puss

Roll through, and I let this toast cook like Rosewood

Black Soprano family, I prolly should make the movie

Pray over a brink while I'm slidin' a razor through 'em

Back-to-back trips now, I got my bitch draped in Louis

I'm known for rock and a guitar like David Bowie

Yeah, I went against the FBI and crooked judges

When rappers start losin' limbs, you know the Butcher comin'

Y'all gassed off my rookie numbers

This the kid that's from a block that did Westside Gunn hoodie numbers

I grew to be a hustler, but I ran with thieves

You steal from the gang, I bet your hands'll bleed

I met a plug and the feds used to hand me keys

We was like Donovan McNabb and Andy Reid

Take me to your trap, I really autograph the plate

I fuck around and put my signature on a bag of H

Y'all **** usin' 12-12's and call it stackin' cake

When my **** bag up, we usin' garbage bags and tape

Let's go, ah