Ripped Apart - Dark Lo, Benny the Butcher

«Don't worry, I ain’t gonna hurt you

I need you to drive me on out of here»

Doot, doot, doot, doot

Brrdt, brrdt

Ayo

I’ma send ten niggas through (don't come back)

Tell them niggas, «don't come back» (don't come back, nigga)

‘Til all the guns empty

That’s pressure, nigga (let's go)

Butcher, Dark Lo the Crook

Yo, look

What you see me in, I had to trap for it

Bounced 300 grams off the backboard

I’m really in the streets, it’s not an app for it

I got up and took it just ‘cause I ain’t want to ask for it

You’re fucking with these rats, so y’all niggas useless

We’re street niggas, I’m judging you by who introduced us

8-balls to quarters, half, then was deuces

The bricks, y’all just coming with grown man excuses

Nah, I ain’t jumping on no bandwagons

In the yard doing pull-ups ‘til my hands callous

Fendi belt, but my pants sagging

All my lil' mans flagging, look like my watch took dance classes

Yeah, so all the bitches admire us

Hustlers who made miracles with them kitchen appliances

I can tell a killer, and I know you puss

I’m sending hits, got my bishop laying on your rook

Ah

(open)

They’re running like a track meet

I blew his head off when I sat in the back seat

Blood got on my face, I wiped it then went back to eat

I gave you classics after classics, say thanks at least

Running tiger for the party, I think I’m Meech

Used to running niggas' pocket if I think they’re sweet

The most bodies in the clique,

Wash the money if it’s dirty, feds think it’s me

I got on sweats and

He said they’re hating, I said «fuck ‘em, Benny»

Gun store, I re-upped on plenty

You hear it roar, that’s a Hemi

You hear the lick, that’s a gimme, was locked down, that’s a memory

My shirt a rottweiler, my wrist a sky dweller

It’s the Goodfellas, OBH and Griselda

Nigga, you’s a failure, I play the shotgun, I’m like Elmer

A month later, they’ll smell ya

I went and found a new connect and got a better flow

Carlito should’ve killed Benny, but he let him go

He pulled up, thing banging at the train station

Y’all niggas know the play, Griselda, OBH

I can’t wait ‘til we run to him

I’m moving weight, I should run a gym

I’m out, I’m with Stun and Slim

Let the mac stutter on your brim

Benny and Lo, what’s popping other than them

I’m riding with it in the Impala, she wit it, a rider

I back out and turn this bitch to a getaway driver

Yeah, he doing 10, but he said it feel like a L

He called the homes saying break him out of jail

I reed up, I’ll probably break the scale

I’ll turn you breaking news, I ain’t even lift a nail

And I’ll never say who did it, I don’t kiss and tell

I looked the judge in the eyes and said «I'm picking 12»

The mission got completed, opposition got deleted

We did it for the streets ‘cause we know they need it

Fiends coming 6am and we’re still open

I just put my gun away when it’s still smoking

«Griselda»

Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot

Brrdt

You see

It was a beautiful day outside

It was like 20 of y’all niggas in front of the store

I pulled up all aggressive

Hopped out, windows down

Left my keys in the ignition

Went in the store, came back out kill money

Wanting a nigga to say something to me

I had the new 40 on me

I wanted to test it on one of you bitch ass niggas

But y’all stood down, smart

OBH, Griselda, bitch ass niggas