B.E.N.N.Y. the Butcher (Benny The Butcher) - Amsterdam lyrics

[Verse 1: Token] Seven deep in Amsterdam, I gave that girl ego without her askin' for it I bring that b*tch with two Italian logos now she fasting forward (Yeah) She say she wanna get high but she can't find the bag she portioned This is why my past's important—I know how to get that gas imported My roommate ready so I bathroom floored it Peeked on to the stalls, they all was empty Bent her by the toilets (Toilets) Her friend got an app idea, b*tch think she Jack Dorsey Just gotta get the patent right, I tell her say "Congrats" for me It ain't cool to be the onе your homies gotta watch But I been operatin' therе since all them bottles made her scared Soda water, chase it down 'til all 'em rounds taste like air You stack the glasses I was off, it's 'bout the size of baby chair (Uh-huh) Guap protected with barbed wire, like it's holocaust gates in there My baby prepared the juicy pink like when my Tomahawk steak is rare She not Islam, don't say them prayers But it's always like Ramadan the way she cares to fast to keep her body small and weight prepared [Chorus: Token] Sweat swinging off the b*tches in the drop top (Yeah) Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot (Yeah) Champagne will put her pussy on the wanted list Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop [Verse 2: Token] I don't invite my O.G. to the parties I throw at the crib I don't need the backlash, she's back And when he ask about the night I just recap it (I got you) Before publishin', hustlin' was still a me habit All that cash into my matress practically had my sheets braggin' (Uh) Switched the narrative from a kid tryin' to get famous To a kid high with temptation with a disguise on his anguish White skin turn red inside of his basement Life is heating up, I got a big gripe if you in the way of it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Token & Benny The Butcher] Sweat swinging off the b*tches in the drop top (Yeah) Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot (The Butcher coming ni**a! Brr!) Champagne will put her pussy on the wanted list (Brr, brr!) Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop [Verse 3: Benny The Butcher] Yeah, you worth the jewels your family hand you My sanity handled it all I gambled and lost, dealing with hoes I don't care to involve I'm on satin Alexander decor, inside a Benz AMG mats layin' on the floor when the camera pan through the doors Life's a b*tch and through these glasses I see a scandalous who*e (b*tch!) In business meetings, using tactics that's only standard for war Could it be magic behind pianos, hear Barry Manolo’s voice I got Tony Montana's force, that's on Tony Sopranos' corpse Don't trust chicks, they heartless, just give 'em dick and problems You buy 'em gifts and chocolates then give 'em quick responses (Uh-uh) sh*t been rotten 'round here since Harriet was pickin' cotton Soon as you get rich, the IRS come pick your pockets (Damn) In the trial, judge told him he don't deserve to be free (That's fu*ked up) If he not already a killer, then he gon' certainly be Up the road, not up for parole 'til 2033 Sharp his razor, watchin' reruns on a blurry TV, ah [Chorus: Token] Sweat swinging off the b*tches in the drop top (Yeah) Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot (Yeah) Champagne will put her pussy on the wanted list (Yeah) Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop