Mr. Pyrex Man - Benny the Butcher

There really ain’t shit to talk about

Straight like that though

Yo, I’m Mr. Pyrex Man

Got my chicken up, whippin' up

Droppin' off and pickin' up, nigga what?

My picture still up on Seneca (Real shit though)

Hit a lick and split it up

Benz coupe, I tint it up

Spent more on jewels 'cause I don’t give a fuck

They think I’m good 'cause I’m up, well

In a nutshell, to labels I’ma up-sale

Street credit plus sales

They say it’s luck well, I prove em wrong

And half a million bucks later, up still

They’ll pray to see us fail (I know)

I’m really livin', crib way out the city limit

Back the big up the 8 balls only take twenty minutes, uh

And niggas know my face, card run it up, I don’t take long

As far as albums I hate yall’s, my shit be really hittin'

Threw a duffle bag right to the plug like a shuffle pass

Impossible, I blew through obstacles, niggas struggle pass

Gave niggas game and they fumbled that, I come with that

Humble flex, this Cartier drippin' doing jumping jacks

Can’t take niggas serious

I pop big shit and get these rap niggas furious

My bitch be like period

Stones in the cuban get cold as Lake Erie get

Weak advice from fuck niggas who ain’t gimmie shit (Ah)

Got my chicken up, whippin' up

Droppin' off and pickin' up, nigga what?

My picture still up on Seneca

Hit a lick and split it up

Benz coupe, I tint it up

Spent more on jewels 'cause I don’t give a fuck

What y’all niggas know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely?

Never touched this kind of paper and secretly you wanna be me

Your hustle off completely but I’m reading off a cheat sheet

Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team going for a three-peat

I’m holy as the Vatican, I’m passionate

My hunger for drug money and ratchet shit just creeped back sporadically

Put a brick around me and that will be assault and battery

My city ain’t seen this before me and won’t after me

The mail stacked up so I’m sitting on checks

What we gon spend it on next, jewels drippin' on set

I need a spot out in Florida where the Seminoles at

You know Jacksonville to Tampa like I’m Leonard Fournette

I got love for my niggas, some anxious and some patient

The patient ones up, the others just want cases

Put my chain on the table and bitches start sunbathin'

When I dropped my last shit, niggas knew I was done playin', uh

Got my chicken up, whippin' up

Droppin' off and pickin' up, nigga what?

My picture still up on Seneca

Hit a lick and split it up

Benz coupe, I tint it up

Spent more on jewels 'cause I don’t give a fuck

What y’all niggas know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely?

Never touched this kind of paper and secretly you wanna be me

Your hustle off completely but I’m reading off a cheat sheet

Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team going for a three-peat