18 Wheeler Ft. Pusha T

[Intro: Benny the Butcher] Let's go Hah, let's go You know what this is The Butcher comin', nigga Ay, look [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher & Pusha T] We don't do no price talk 'cause I already know they numbers Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them Dolce runners First time I ever cooked a deuce, I got a four-way from it Stabbed it in the pot so many times they think OJ done it If me and Push would've linked back when I was a dealer That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia Enough glitter on my neck that make my ex-bitch bitter I pulled up to the 'jects pushin' the Lex' like I'm Jigga, uh To really make these type of checks, I took my chances When I was travelin' without no license, yes, I really took those type of risks I'm laughin' at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell Os But now I outsell shows, to the feds, the trail cold When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail home I got close homies that caught new cases on jail phones Velcro strap the clip, got a curve like a elbow She countin' up, when the bitch got the 50, her nail broke They talkin' racks, but my plug bring it back on the sailboat, uh And I flooded my corner right after the scale broke That's your bitch, but I'm not a nigga she tell no (Yeah) 'Cause you got the bitch fly, but it wasn't Chanel though [Verse 2: Pusha T] I'm nothin' like you new gangsters, pointin' guns at the camera (Never) I bet you niggas practice in the mirror, brick of money to your earlobe Six pics, same brick, somethin' weird though They say a hero's nothin' but a sandwich The 488 comin' through like the prayin' mantis My bitches got standards It's fair in love and war, it's okay to fuck a scammer As long as he empty the bag like black Santa Steak dinners at Dan Tana's, pick a Tamara The purple in my rainbow is amethyst Only I can coke rap this glamorous The only drug dealer out at Fashion Week With an 80/20 split like Master P Why would I ever 50/50? You ain't half of me Benny the Butcher comin' after me, Push [Outro: Benny the Butcher & Pusha T] I flooded my corner I flooded my corner right after the scale broke The 488 comin' through like the prayin' mantis That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia As long as he empty the bag As long as he empty the bag like Black Santa I used to sell Os, Black Santa I used to sell Os, only I can coke rap this glamorous This-this glamorous Benny the Butcher, Push, Benny the Butcher, Push