Letra de Toxic
True sad shit, you know?
My nigga born on Bruce Lee day
It's Wolf time, you know?
My nigga born on Bruce Lee day
It's Wolf time, you know?
Fearless
Buck shots like I'm B.D.I.
The Butcher coming, Ghost too
He coming, me too
That is more Bonnies than Sweeney Todd
May you beat the case like you Johnny Depp
European V's, Imani sweats
The floor is like water if you ain't see a tsunami yet
Buffalo to Yonkers, the hammer is in the tiny vat
Money in the Mack truck, nigga ain't limey yet
You beg for my city, so it's only fair that I grow from there
'Cause you came for the polar bear and the fallen chair
Brick of bad dope, this dirty weight, I'm cooking back
So it's only right I left at 38 and took the axe
Consecutive wins, fuck is y'all? Can never be friends
My hoes be ebony skin, they give me head in the Benz
Fresh from Paris, I'm in new whips and extra carrots
Smoking, playing Old Biggie, trying to catch the spirit
You know that
You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, nigga
And he came with Styles for the pusher nigga
And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga
And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga
And we let it shine for all the looking nigga
If the plug's tryna front, let's book the nigga
If them nigga is food, let's cook them nigga
If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, nigga
Benny come from Buffalo, me, I'm from Yonkers
But I still pack a gun that'll knock down a buffalo
Nerd better turn into Hulk like Mark Ruffalo
Don't wrestle, but I'm fly like I'm off of the turn buckalo
Top one, top gun, never did no maverick shit
All I know, you frontin' my hood, I'm not having it
Lilac seats in a Porsche, paint lavender
Nigga trying to act like a savage, but they a scavenger
It's the kid who made a knot when my block did 50
Now I got more songs than the locks with Diddy
Y'all nigga sounded confused
It's too late when the gun hammer and the sound of my jewels
The only sound in the room
They tell me I should be grateful
'Cause I used to be on fam probation, playing with a bankroll
Monitor on my ankle, I'm tired
So you gotta talk grinding when you talk Benny
Nigga, 'cause me and money don't sleep, like New York City
The Butcher coming
You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, nigga
And he came with Styles for the pusher nigga
And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga
And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga
And we let it shine for all the looking nigga
If the plug's tryna front, let's book the nigga
If them nigga is food, let's cook them nigga
If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, nigga
I'm playing Griselda, watching Griselda
Pray for the seeds, merc the elders
I move work, pop off, pick the shells up
We a mile away, but I bet you that you can smell us
We smell like money and the nigga lighting the L's up
We don't give a fuck and there's nothing that you can tell us
The Butcher coming, Butch, ghost, nigga
Sandwich from a dead man, bet you gonna choke, nigga
They'll tell you anything except how it hurt that you won
But they don't know I had to play every first by the store
On high alert for the law, watching my block
As soon as they pull up, skrrt, then I'm gone
You know that work getting tossed
I never speak on your set, oh, I don't beef on the net
There's nigga on my team to judge when the lethal inject
It's not a secret, you move discreet when you keep getting checks
These nigga mad and want to be me, so I keep getting threats
The Butcher and the ghost, nigga
You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, nigga
And he came with Styles for the pusher nigga
And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga
And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga
And we let it shine for all the looking nigga
If the plug's tryna front, let's book the nigga
If them nigga is food, let's cook them nigga
If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, nigga
Buck shots like I'm B.D.I.
The Butcher coming, Ghost too
He coming, me too
That is more Bonnies than Sweeney Todd
May you beat the case like you Johnny Depp
European V's, Imani sweats
The floor is like water if you ain't see a tsunami yet
Buffalo to Yonkers, the hammer is in the tiny vat
Money in the Mack truck, nigga ain't limey yet
You beg for my city, so it's only fair that I grow from there
'Cause you came for the polar bear and the fallen chair
Brick of bad dope, this dirty weight, I'm cooking back
So it's only right I left at 38 and took the axe
Consecutive wins, fuck is y'all? Can never be friends
My hoes be ebony skin, they give me head in the Benz
Fresh from Paris, I'm in new whips and extra carrots
Smoking, playing Old Biggie, trying to catch the spirit
You know that
You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, nigga
And he came with Styles for the pusher nigga
And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga
And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga
And we let it shine for all the looking nigga
If the plug's tryna front, let's book the nigga
If them nigga is food, let's cook them nigga
If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, nigga
Benny come from Buffalo, me, I'm from Yonkers
But I still pack a gun that'll knock down a buffalo
Nerd better turn into Hulk like Mark Ruffalo
Don't wrestle, but I'm fly like I'm off of the turn buckalo
Top one, top gun, never did no maverick shit
All I know, you frontin' my hood, I'm not having it
Lilac seats in a Porsche, paint lavender
Nigga trying to act like a savage, but they a scavenger
It's the kid who made a knot when my block did 50
Now I got more songs than the locks with Diddy
Y'all nigga sounded confused
It's too late when the gun hammer and the sound of my jewels
The only sound in the room
They tell me I should be grateful
'Cause I used to be on fam probation, playing with a bankroll
Monitor on my ankle, I'm tired
So you gotta talk grinding when you talk Benny
Nigga, 'cause me and money don't sleep, like New York City
The Butcher coming
You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, nigga
And he came with Styles for the pusher nigga
And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga
And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga
And we let it shine for all the looking nigga
If the plug's tryna front, let's book the nigga
If them nigga is food, let's cook them nigga
If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, nigga
I'm playing Griselda, watching Griselda
Pray for the seeds, merc the elders
I move work, pop off, pick the shells up
We a mile away, but I bet you that you can smell us
We smell like money and the nigga lighting the L's up
We don't give a fuck and there's nothing that you can tell us
The Butcher coming, Butch, ghost, nigga
Sandwich from a dead man, bet you gonna choke, nigga
They'll tell you anything except how it hurt that you won
But they don't know I had to play every first by the store
On high alert for the law, watching my block
As soon as they pull up, skrrt, then I'm gone
You know that work getting tossed
I never speak on your set, oh, I don't beef on the net
There's nigga on my team to judge when the lethal inject
It's not a secret, you move discreet when you keep getting checks
These nigga mad and want to be me, so I keep getting threats
The Butcher and the ghost, nigga
You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, nigga
And he came with Styles for the pusher nigga
And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga
And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga
And we let it shine for all the looking nigga
If the plug's tryna front, let's book the nigga
If them nigga is food, let's cook them nigga
If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, nigga
