Smoke DZA & Benny The Butcher - Drug Rap

Smoke DZA & Benny The Butcher - Drug Rap
October 13th, 2019
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Smoke DZA & Benny The Butcher are back with new song "Drug Rap"

Song Lyrics

You doin' wrong by your people, man
Told Trig you should cut his ass
Yeah, uh

Stay on point, hope you cover your hand
I don't question the unknowns, it was all in the plans
Niggas' morals be fucked up, they blamin' the Xans
You told on a nigga who told on a nigga who told on your mans
Whole lot of finger pointin', bunch of Uncle Sams
Four of you niggas and you couldn't cop a 100 grams
My man had to butter, tan
Back in the happy days, back in the varsity, the Richie Cunningham
I hear the gossip, if huddles could kill
I keep it classy, they don't want my rebuttals for real
You know the kid got diamond in reach, palmin' the beat
Break this whole box down, make sure all of us eat
You a scumbag, lyin' to your peeps, lyin' to me
Four sealers in the spot, we ain't been shoppin' in weeks
Your pop still a busta, he just cop on the sneak
Reportin' live from the streets, fly as can be

Yeah, thank God for drug rap
Met a new transpo to bring the bud back
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles
Thank God for drug rap
Met a new plug, better number on dub packs
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles

It don't get more official than Benny
Where I'm from, they call you an OG if you lived through your twenties
The trap was slow, me and bro, I had to sit in there with him
Did the dirty work, they came and copped with nickles and pennies
Uh, the plug sent him if you gettin' a fifty
Anything less than that, he only get him the .50
I trapped out the Monte Carlo, had to dip through the city
Now my ego way too big to fit in the Bentley
Tied with the Gs, that's how I kept my rep
I'm gettin' checks, now check, show these niggas how to hustle step by step
The price double when it left my steps
My young bitch too much for me, I fuck her and gotta catch my breath
And all this Fendi shit, F by F
I got it out the mud 'cause every pack that I catch, I stretch
Just 'cause you broke, don't mean you ready for this cake
So bow your head and give thanks for the resi' on the plate, ah

Yeah, thank God for drug rap
Met a new transpo to bring the bud back
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles
Thank God for drug rap
Met a new plug, better number on dub packs
Got it covered from all angles
My pet peeve is all singles