3:30 In Houston - Benny the Butcher

Ayo, I had to get somethin' off my chest

Had to get somethin' off my chest, right

Turn me up, turn the beat up some

You know, karma’s a bitch

She a dirty bitch

Ayo, City Boy, 'member we robbed them niggas

For about fifty in jewels, a hundred in cash

Hahaha, this shit all come back though

Ah, yo (And I’m doin' this shit from a wheelchair)

Uh, quarter million in a week, I made your bitch come assist with the count

She could be a thief but because of that mouth, I give her the benefit of the

doubt

Yeah, extra twenty off a brick, those the benefits of a drought, nigga

I can’t even sit on a couch with you if it’s really bricks in the house, nigga

For my city, know how I rock, breaking news story linked by the cops

Cuban links on me, too thick to snatch, to run off with mines, I had to get shot

Rolls Royce truck, they said we stood out, only one mistake, I ain’t have a

lookout

Quarter in jewels, shoppin' at Walmart, take me out the hood, but can’t take

the hood out

Make my whole city wanna be rappers (Yeah)

I made the trappers all shoot for the ceiling

We turned a brick to a lucrative business, my net worth 'bout a cool two million

Already know what you do for them hoes, but it’s about what you do for your

niggas

Meetings with HOV and kickin' it with E, I put my team in a room with them

billions

Fuck all the bloggers, the niggas who shot me, fuck all the opps,

and fuck Wendy Williams

Can’t trust nobody, it’s all smoke and mirrors

I still ain’t make no real friends in this business

Rolls Royce truck, they said we stood out, only one mistake, I ain’t have a

lookout

Quarter in jewels, shoppin' at Walmart, take me out the hood, but can’t take

the hood out

Niggas told me since this shit happened that I’m lit, I should take advantage

of it

That’s why I really can’t stand you suckers, go to Instagram, but won’t handle

nothin'

Out the hospital to a private jet

The bullet really ain’t damage nothin' (I'm good, nigga)

Niggas would’ve been in my position

I bet they would’ve hit the panic button, man (Niggas get shot everyday, B)

They was sent for me, my dawg in Houston got a tip for me

Mexicans that’ll wig for me, their pinky fingers gettin' sent to me, yeah

Interviews with me, all sent offers, stuck to the code, the mob, no talkin'

Won’t talk about it on camera unless it’s with Anderson Cooper or Barbara

Walters

3:30 in Houston (Ah)

You know how this shit go (Yeah)

Black Sopranos, nigga (Yeah)

Griselda, nigga

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We get them shits, nigga

3:30 in Houston

And we gon' take 'em (Ah)

Real gangster shit, nigga (Ah)

3:30 in Houston

You know what they say (Yeah)

Niggas get shot everyday, B (Uh)

Real shit, though

I’m doin' this shit from a wheelchair

3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston (Uh)

3:30 in Houston (Ah)

They said, they said that shit was an attempt because

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I still had cash on me

3:30 in Houston

I still had a ton of cash on me and I still had jewels on me

3:30 in Houston

You know what I’m sayin'?

This shit deeper than rap

3:30 in Houston, 3:30 in Houston

Don’t believe these dick-eatin' niggas

Niggas really wanna be us (Ah)

Let’s go