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IIGHT IIGHT
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IIGHT IIGHT was released on December 19, 2025 by Black Soprano Family, LLC as a part of the album EL CARNICERO - Single
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie S. Pennick
Jeremie S. Pennick
Songwriter
Giuseppe Vitolo
Giuseppe Vitolo
Songwriter
Nicolò Zangheri
Nicolò Zangheri
Songwriter
Eliot Dubock
Eliot Dubock
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rickkromero
Rickkromero
Producer
Killer_garth
Killer_garth
Producer
Beat Butcha
Beat Butcha
Producer
Jonathan Mason
Jonathan Mason
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Iight Iight
Iight Iight
I'm out here talking dumb shit, I'm like
Iight Iight
Yo, I've spent my time to coalescence
Fast life motors revving
V's with the double stripes
Whips looking like Roman sevens
Everything copacetic, my hoe got a dope aesthetic
Taps on my grandma phone, these the lifts that they go to catch us
You never been around no hustlers
So how you gon' know the essence?
You don't know the vibe of gangsters
So how you supposed to catch it?
My new kitchen full of marble
My last one was roach infested
Stacking their prezzies feel like my bank account, ghost infested
My dog said he think about breaking out from that hole they kept him
Head for the hills and live off grid with that dough I left him
**** ain't tough guys, they just guys on the spectrum
For no reason toting weapons, emotional coke aggression
Iight Iight
Im wonder bread i turn my crumbs to a loaf
I told my plug fuck it throw it off the boat
We only sit in TV seats at the game
Buss cubans but the sky dwelly plain
I could turn a whole crib to a stash
You kill a comp then put they bodies in a bag
Don't spend a dollar of it, just sit on your last
And then you pop out with them fucking paper tags
****
Iight Iight
Y'all **** just
Iight Iight
Don't wonder if it's
Iight Iight
Need all that shit, ****
Like my shit pure little primo, **** it was big Butch
Y'all ****
Iight Iight
I seen your bitch, she
Iight Iight
What's that, 2016?
Iight Iight
Iight Iight
I heard the bitch got upset by them clippin' their EBT
Worst mistake she ever made was ain't sleep with me
I'm a cool type of ****, I really don't need the beef
But one shot, rearrange ****' faces like Nene Leakes
Im wonder bread i turn my crumbs to a loaf
I told my plug fuck it throw it off the boat
We only sit in TV seats at the game
Buss cubans but the sky dwelly plain
I could turn a whole crib to a stash
You kill a comp then put they bodies in a bag
Don't spend a dollar of it, just sit on your last
And then you pop out with them fucking paper tags
Iight Iight
Written by: Eliot Dubock, Giuseppe Vitolo, Jeremie S. Pennick, Nicolò Zangheri
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