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Lo Lo's
760
Hip-Hop
Lo Lo's was released on July 16, 2025 by Black Soprano Family, LLC as a part of the album Summertime Butch 2
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Release DateJuly 16, 2025
LabelBlack Soprano Family, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Songwriter
Roosevelt Harrell III
Roosevelt Harrell III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J BINK
J BINK
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
The Butcher coming, ****
Yeah
You know what I mean
Cocaine shit sexy
Straight like that though
Yeah
You gotta just relax, just relax
[Verse 1]
And allow yourself to focus your approach and never let them bullshit 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, the LAX, in the back thinking, "How can I rap woke?"
When I told him sell dope already, how can I backstroke?
Street dreams, I guess I'm guilty of the things I told him 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
[Verse 2]
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 hand that tried to feed them 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 ho off cold turk'
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, mines, and the truth
Written by: Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Roosevelt Harrell III
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