Lo Lo’s Lyrics by Benny The Butcher
The Butcher coming, ***
Yeah, you know what I mean
*** *** ***
Straight like that though
Yeah
You gotta just relax, just relax
And allow yourself to focus your approach
And never let them *** you
So bullets like toilet paper, you buy both of them in bulk
I’m that quintessential hustler, don’t get gassed off rap quotes
I put glass in the game like that backboard shack, bro
I’m just as hot as Tabasco when popping in rap mode
Look who traded in that .44 mag for a lab coat
I’m in the operation room—how could I hit a plateau
With a bird for Griselda to stack, whoa
In a black truck at LAX, in the back thinking, how can I rap woke
When I told them sell *** already—how can I backstroke?
Street dreams, I guess I’m guilty of the things I told them not to do
That bird talking to me like a cockatoo
Shocked as you—I really had to take over a block or two
Went so hard in that pot, ***, my watch missing a rock or two
Yup, you know them single carat stones
Can’t blame my single parent home, nah
Cause it was nights, wasn’t a single parent home—damn
Black truck to JFK
Mack truck on the way upstate
K-Lo K, she gotta have an ass or a J-Lo face
I think I’m in love, my plug daughter got an angel face
Angle straight slicing through a brick like it’s angel cake
Ain’t no way—I seen empires shrinking
That made their alliance weaken
Then the henna tried to feed ’em
Got burnt from that fire breathing
I had to slay dragons—I thought I was fighting demons
I just stayed locked in, still rhyming like I ain’t eating
We used to beef over blocks
Now I eat beef off the rock
At a steakhouse in Turks
Chain out, no shirt, like a boss
If I point a finger out, you go first
I’m a dog, ***—I cut a whole wall off cold turkey
As quick as I’m in and out her, I can forget about her
Make her cold—the next *** won’t get no feelings out her
You gotta trust what you see
Let your wives be the proof
There’s three sides to every story
Yours, mine, and the truth