Gold Plated Leica Lyrics by Benny The Butcher (feat. OT The Real)
Summertime, Butch
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
Whoever isn’t hungry simply doesn’t eat
Whatever pack we put out, that’s the one to beat
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
Yo, hey look
I never leave the crib without my strap
The most expensive-est watch, it’s like my system’s been shocked
Day since I’ve been shot
Godfather, it ain’t hard for camera lenses to spot
Two-way baller, Jamal Crawford off the bench, I’ve been hot
While y’all got spoon-fed, I got efficient with them numbers and watched
I bloom late like hibiscus in the summer
Bank accounts and whips, I know what the feds after
I pose but don’t smile for the pics like the feds snapped them
We can meet after I whip and make the molecules moist
You know the rendezvous point was the barbecue joint
I even served blonde fiends that bought the product through choice
They whistle, just yell back, they gotta follow your voice
I beat them at their own game, I know some fellas that tried it
But at our level as convicts, it was never accomplished
Think ahead but be modest, it will better your conscience
So many cameras in the crib, they think I sell electronics
Butch
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
Whoever isn’t hungry simply doesn’t eat
Whatever pack we put out, that’s the one to beat
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
He the one who did the favors, need it done, need it work, needed guns
Front it out, keep it fun, know his house, where he gonna run
Where he gonna go, got the best, cheapest blow
Burning me, burn himself, cause this is how he feeds his own
But bro, nothing’s guaranteed till you’re holding it
They couldn’t find the blow so they just charged bro for some stolen ***
Them bikers beat that RICO down in Texas, no one snitched
When everybody stand up that you mess with, no one sits
Came home, getting mine, did a bid and gripped a nine
You know these different times, but it’s different when you whip the lines
Sick and tired of seeing guys doing bids and die
But now it’s like when friends go to war, you gotta pick a side
Live and die, the headrest fits a brick inside
I didn’t drive, just told your *** don’t go over 65
It’s been a tricky ride, money talks, *** lie
Switches fly
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
Whoever isn’t hungry simply doesn’t eat
Whatever pack we put out, that’s the one to beat
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
It’s Big Butch, ***
I’m in my hood, super comfy, but what’s your location
Most of these rappers can’t go to the hoods they was raised in
I got a *** line from Pittsburgh to Austin
Pay ten stacks for Game Four, Knicks versus Boston
Me and Kush comparing work and I told him drop it
I won’t pick my phone up until I lock it
Plug gave me ten joints and told me it’s up
It ain’t even been a week and he blowing me up
I’m camera shy, I’m only taking pics for the fans
Got paper cuts cause I can count a hundred quick with my hands
Y’all pray for luck, but I be making bucks quick as I can
I left the game and felt like Sugar Ray switching my stands
Brick in my hands
Y’all go to war with the gang, your folks better help
A hustler going live forever and *** sell itself
The mother load hit the track, we lock in three days
They put cameras in the kitchen to watch the replays
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
Whoever isn’t hungry simply doesn’t eat
Whatever pack we put out, that’s the one to beat
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Look around
You see him
Body count rises with the summer heat