In “Butch In This Bxtch,” Benny the Butcher and his Black Soprano Family crew turn a boast into a survival code. The repeated claim that they’ve brought the butcher inside means the kitchen, the scale, and the violence are all present, and anyone entering had better follow the gang’s fifty rules. Benny contrasts past poverty and hell with present wealth, yet the bread going stale suggests money no longer brings the same hunger. The song lands as a warning wrapped in pride: loyalty and fear keep the operation running.
Butch In This Bxtch Lyrics by Benny the Butcher
(Feat. Elcamino, Black Soprano Family, Fuego Base)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, got the butch in this bitch, huh
Come learn how to cook in this bitch, huh
Got you shook in this bitch
You better play by the book in this bitch, yeah
BSF, that’s the gang, 50 rules understood in this bitch, huh
Ain’t no pop in my trunk, huh, I’m poppin’ the hood in this bitch, yeah
I don’t play pool but I keep a stick
Ain’t got nothing for me, I ain’t doing shit
Picture you speaking down on the gang
Ain’t got no money, you ain’t got shit
Look in my eyes, you can see the trail
Winnin’ just a path, I took and got rich
All of my life, I done been through hell
When I leveled up on some God shit
I can’t remember when I took a L
When my pocket still was full of dog shit
Made so much dough, the bread getting stale
The bakery wonder why I let it sit
I’m the rap nigga that’s fucking your ho
Still the same nigga that stood at the store
You got a water that shit, let it grow
I’m talking money, itches, they don’t know
I was a young nigga from the trenches that been ’bout his bag since 2004
I got a rolodex full of bitches so I’m playing Khaled and flying them home
When I go get it, I’m playing the books
When I go sell it, then I’m playin’ ho
Yeah, I been too much in state, me, I’m just praying I make it back home
Got the butch in this bitch, huh
Come learn how to cook in this bitch, huh
Got you shook in this bitch
You better play by the book in this bitch, yeah
BSF, that’s the gang, 50 rules understood in this bitch, huh
Ain’t no pop in my trunk, huh, I’m poppin’ the hood in this bitch, yeah
G status on Narco
These street ballads that I keep rappin’ got my mink draggin’ on marble
I’m sorry for you, I feel awful
Been a problem since I got in this bitch
Rap like the lox, fly like the dips
Wonderin’ if it’s true what I did with bricks
Every other record, I’m giving hints
Since 2018, I’ve been in my bag, 99 problems, none of it’s cash
Niggas love to hate me, I did them bad, mad over hoes I never smashed
Rappers always talkin’ about who they better than
I think your record label got you gassed
I’m doin’ pack shows in the Netherlands, I took a PJ out to get there fast
That’d be two bricks for a show, you seen the news clips, we don’t go
I been a real nigga ten toes down like my shoes stick to the floor
Yeah, that’s a glue stick on these new kicks
Just a few tricks that I know
I be where they do clip shit the most
Pop out, take a few pics, then I’m ghost
Flush on the table, that mean that I win
She tell me fly me out, I be like “When?”
Soon as she land, book a room at The Win
I’ll fuck her once, then I get her to win
BSF, this the bitch in this bitch
Hittin’ hoes, they thought cookin’ get hit
Real nigga, nah, I couldn’t have switched
Ballin’ for the ones that couldn’t get rich
Nigga
Got the butch in this bitch, huh
Come learn how to cook in this bitch, huh
Got you shook in this bitch
You better play by the book in this bitch, yeah
BSF, that’s the gang, 50 rules understood in this bitch, huh
Ain’t no pop in my trunk, huh, I’m poppin’ the hood in this bitch, yeah
