Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh - Immunity lyrics

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Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh - Immunity lyrics

[Intro] Yo My ni**a we lit (My ni**a we lit) ni**a, we lit (ni**a, we lit) fu*k all that sh*t you be talking (Uh) fu*k all that sh*t you be talking (Uh) fu*k all that sh*t you be talking (Uh) fu*k all that sh*t you be talking [Verse 1: Elcamino] I'm in that b*tch with the .30 on me (.30 on me) You know we rich, I be storing bands (Storing bands) Me, I just be cooling out (Uh) I let the money dance (I let the money dance) I got that .40 up in my pants I told your shawty to watch her hands (Watch yo hand) I took that b*tch to the Waffle House (Waffle House) If her feet ugly I kick her out (Kick her out) I came a long way from bagging grams (Nagging up) Now I got all types of different fans Riding around in them foreign sh*ts (Skrrt) If I go broke I'm extorting sh*t I only talk bout imported sh*t, loyal fee, loyalty, ni**as don't know 'bout it (They don't know 'bout it) I usеd to hang at the dope houses (At thе dope houses) I used to give all the smoke out it (All the smoke out it) Stowing that four pound or smoking a whole pound (Smoking a whole pound) It was just me and my four pound (My four pound) I hop in the whip and I roll out (I roll out) She su*king my dick, she my ho now (My ho now) I'm fu*king her friend She give me a threesome and now that b*tch calling me "bro" now (Bro now) I woke up with three different b*tches and I swear I don't even know how [Verse 2: Benny the Butcher] It was no hope where I'm headed at (Where I'm headed at) I dare you to try tell a felon that (I dare you) You hit my line we can settle that, if I don't answer my jack then you dead on that (Dead) They nowhere close where my level at (Nah) Walked in this b*tch like, "What up, where that cheddar at?" Linked with execs who don't know where no ghettos at Where they get hit and bring no purple medals back I-I taught him all that he know (What he know?) She thought lil' bro was a rookie (Nah) These b*tches outta their mind ('Cause what) 'Cause they think the dough worth the pussy (Ah) We went from trapping to politics, ratchets anonymous, traps be like colleges (Woo) We say we come and we slidin' but y'all call y'all OGs to come talk us out of it We was groomed, the block got us ready I stood by the blender 'til I got a headache First day I started sell rocks by the deli Don't give em nothing, these thots gotta beg me She want a baller, these b*tches be thirsty She's throwing it at me she know that I'm up I text her phone, her friends tell her, "Good luck" She fu*ked the first night, that's gon' get her stood up Every line quotable, quartable, my diamonds noticeable They fu*k with gang out in Tokyo I'm taking photos with fans, tryna be sociable I can whip grams 'til they floatable (Ah) [Chorus: Elcamino] See me, I was playing the stove I had my block in control I put them bricks on the road And I pray that we don't get pulled over You better keep your mouth closed See real ni**as never fold See me, I was playing the stove I had my block in control I put them bricks on the road And I pray that we don't get pulled over You better keep your mouth closed See real ni**as never fold See me, I was playing the stove I had my block in control (Block in control) I had my block in control I had my block in control [Verse 3: Loveboat Luciano] I had my block in a chokehold Trappin' right by the Sunoco I even flagged down the old folks Now know me like Tony Romo 12 ridin' by takin' photos I'm tryna stack some change Stack it up, watch how your dough blow Now you tryna look for a stain Big move, b*tch, yeah, I'm a savage Yeah, we got them packages and it's litty I met a b*tch out in Bali now she wanna come and hang out in my city We thought some ni**as was with us, they start acting iffy, we told 'em go missing (Bye) Come to find us they was watching you, ni**as was plottin' and nah, I ain't with it I had to sleep in the trap homes Bet I won't leave 'til the pack gone Nights on the couch, on my back bone Feds come, I'm breakin' my trap phone I hit the Ave., it don't look the same Butcher don't sell but he cook the same Homie think **** took his chain That's what you get from this crooked game I took the cash, overlooked the fame Don't fu*k with these ni**as, they b*tch and lame I hurt my wrist tryna cook the 'caine If you ain't with us then stay in your lane [Chorus: Elcamino] See me, I was playing the stove I had my block in control I put them bricks on the road And I pray that we don't get pulled over You better keep your mouth closed See real ni**as never fold See me, I was playing the stove I had my block in control I put them bricks on the road And I pray that we don't get pulled over You better keep your mouth closed See real ni**as never fold See me, I was playing the stove I had my block in control (Block in control) I had my block in control I had my block in control [Outro] (Ricky!)

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