Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Lyrics
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Composer
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Jack Doutt
Jack Doutt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, you know? Ah, the big dog, the Butchy You know? You know? Right? (Alchemist) Hahaha Straight like that I don't understand when niggas be like, "Be fair" Nigga, life ain't fair, nigga Be fair to what? Who? Yeah, yeah King of New York, a Buffalo nigga, okay, I said it (okay, I said it) I hear you rappers claimin' the crown, if you want it, you gotta come get it, yeah New MGK revin', hold up, oh, I want that new 911, alright Walk in that bitch, spendin' cash, so it ain't no need to run up my credit (ha) We the Sopranos, bitch, them niggas who like to buy guns and ice out infinity links (ice) Workin' the pot, nah, that ain't water, it's Monster energy drink (woo) You probably know me from narcotic dealin', I can't go back (can't go back) Already know what I gave them traps (I gave them traps) My criminal record ain't on wax, I made those racks Birdman dropped me right off at the front and I came through fresh (niggas be like, "What's those?") Knew you was lame, but you can't do less than a fake new check (man, y'all doin' bad) Pop a G6, he put on his shades, look up, then it's game time, nigga That's my lil' homie, the one with the mask on (yeah) throwin' gang signs (yeah, yo) If you ain't the mob, you trippin', I paid for titties and kid's tuition (yeah, all that) Then made my homies celebrities, took 'em on tour with me, fresh out of prison (fresh out) Got two hoes on my line and I don't hit neither back 'cause I ain't with it (I ain't with that) One fuck for money, one fuck then want some money, so it ain't no difference (It's the same thing) And the last hoe that tried to run that game on Butch, the hoe got ghosted (hoe got ghosted) Then she tried to extort me with a pic', and I said, "Post it" (go 'head) Niggas still tryna diss niggas for the clout, call that motion? (That ain't it) Black Soprano family gettin' to it Y'all ain't been up since COVID (broke ass niggas) Came a long way from the bottom The hood thinkin' I forgot 'em (how could I?) Met Gala with a chicken on the table, feelin' like I'm Tiana Started in my mother bedroom, now I got a eight room casa (eight) Y'all niggas way too confident Nigga, we today's new mafia (it's Butch) I guess this how it feel to be a big dog I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall Guess this how it feel to be a big dog I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl Driver wait outside while I hit raw Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall New Orleans to Buffalo Big dog, Siberian Husky flow I've been a big dog since a puppy, though My kennel is a bungalow You can walk the dog, I still run this hoe Run from me, niggas that be barkin' turn to hush puppies Fuck money, I throw bread out like I'm duck-huntin' Bitches on me like fleas, but I don't need no bugs, bunny Tunechi and the Butcher, I shoot you, he'll juug you The mute be on the blooka, that's the Uzi with the shusher The doobies lookin' fuller and the jewels be full of boogers Diamonds cover the watch face like a Sunni and a Muslim Got the hoochies and the hookers, with the booties and the bosoms Snipers like Kevin Durant, shooters be like Devin Booker I'm a Black Soprano, the keys whiter than a black piano Your female dog suck my Cocker Spaniel That's a dog hoe, I smack the dog shit out your dawg, though For that doggy bag, I send your ass where all dogs go, Tunechi I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (I'm big man) I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall I guess this how it feel to be a big dog I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl Driver wait outside while I hit raw Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (I'm everywhere, you know that) I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl (huh) My driver wait outside while I hit raw (I'll be fifteen minutes) Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall (brick wall) I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (nigga, play with us) I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl (my industry) My driver wait outside while I hit raw (hold up, hold up) Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall (brick wall, ah)
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Jeremie Pennick, Alan Maman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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