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Chase Fetti
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Benny the Butcher
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38 Spesh
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Butch, what up, boss?
RIP DJ Sheck
I always had my own pots, nigga
Y'all know me
Look, fiends callin' me on my prepaid, nigga
I'm in the game like it's by EA
I catch a play then remix it like DJs
Got bitches in the telly baggin' smack for like three days
I produced it like Steve J, I'm a bad boy
Clap, grab the Masi', now the hood callin' us bad boys
The shit was like a hobby in the hood, sellin' them asteroids
Niggas started hatin' then the hood turned into tabloids
I'm on y'all ass, boy
Oh, you mad, boy? The type to go and call the cops
Now this my strip, either you coppin' or get off the block
I'm a predator, I stalked the guap
The Pyrex and I bought the pots
I always get my cut, even my barber shop
It's no phase, we blendin' dope for four days
And niggas know these OAs are cuttin' up like OJ, nigga
And fuck what niggas thinkin' 'cause we takin' over
Shit, I gotta hit the store, it's no more bakin' soda
I had my own pot set aside
When you pull it out, you better let it fly
Leave your block terrorized
And when it's time, y'all niggas better ride
Right
I had my own pot set aside
When you pull it out, you better let it fly
Leave your block terrorized
And when it's time, y'all niggas better ride
Ride, ride
Yo, yo, rollin' up spinach
We both gettin' dough but it's different
You send them to get they body done
I send them hoes to the dentist
Cold as December, I'm fresh like I'm posin' for pictures
They used to hit the spot, now cops pull us over in Benzes
I'm hearin' stickup rumors, let's get into it, I'm clippin' shooters
Twelve whole rounds, in the ring, I'm like Lennox Lewis
I kick it how spitters do it, for trappers, I did influence
It's us, they knew we gangsters before they hated music, uh
How would you feel, nigga? I kept it too real
And every first I stepped on the work, I need a shoe deal, huh
You know what we about, two houses and three accounts
I told my story on camera, Chase, what I'm leavin' out? (Nothing)
And if it's hot, let it fly
I had my pot set aside
When it lock, let it dry
My squad never hide
So the opps never slide
Superstitious, so I use the same pot every time, nigga, uh
I had my own pot set aside
When you pull it out, you better let it fly
Leave your block terrorized
And when it's time, y'all niggas better ride
Right
I had my own pot set aside
When you pull it out, you better let it fly
Leave your block terrorized
And when it's time, y'all niggas better ride
Ride, ride
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