*** Stakes Lyrics Benny the Butcher
Ayo
I put it down, like the stakes is ***
Huh, I hate a *** that sit around and just wait to die
I meet a ***, then make her drive
Or make her fly with bricks
And tell her “Hit me when you stabilize”
Them the hoes that’ll take a ride
That’s why I barely daze, outside of my race, like an Asian guy
I go broke, I’ma make a pie
Or turn a deuce into seven-thirty ones, like it’s late July
Huh, in the jungle with boy
I got my first brick and treated it like it was a bundle of joy
Huh, where I’m from, it’s a void
If you ain’t buyin’ at least one burge, you under-employed
I used to cop from the Florida boys
Now I’m ignorin’ noise, while gettin’ top inside a foreign toy
***, your man is a corner boy
That only re-up with seven grams, we call him Quarter Roy
Yeah, uh-huh
You know what’s up
Yeah
Y’all know how I got this ***, I had to cop a lot of ‘cane
If them shots did not exchange, uh-uh, our ride is not the same
Big Lamb’ truck, 2024, the body not the same
That’s the old one, the baby goat, like Bryson Bronny James
This my life inside our age
Let me show y’all what it’s like behind the stage
Because in rap, the pay cycle ninety days
Between that, the streets movin’, most likely, I’ll be paid
I need a brick and theme music from the likes of Isaac Hayes
Droppin’ pocket change for floor seats, the Lakers Rockets game
Now we got a sports firm, look what a *** became
Three bricks and my nephew four, they both a Tyler age
I put a block of yay’ in a blender while he potty-train
I was good with one foot in, like receivers in college games
I’m the chief, I buy guns and get pieces tribal names
Uh, told the plug “I’m gettin’ close, on the way, I’m with Speshal”
He said “Bring a box of shells and a case of Modelo”
Yeah, and a case of Modelo
A box of shells and a case of Modelo