Benny The Butcher Mr. Pyrex Man Lyrics

[Intro]
Ah
It really ain't shit to talk about
I do this shit for the streets
Straight like that though
Ah, it's like a breath of Fresh Ayr
Yo, I'm Mr. Pyrex Man

[Chorus]
Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up
Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca
Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up
Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a f*ck

[Verse 1]
They think I'm good 'cause I'm up, well, in a nutshell
To labels, I'ma upsell street credit plus sells
They say it's luck, well, I proved 'em wrong
A half a million bucks later, yup, they still pray to see us fail
I'm really livin', crib way out the city limit
Bag the big up in eight balls, only take twenty minutes
And niggas know my face card, run it up, I don't take long
Far as albums, I hatе y'all's, my shit be really hittin'
Threw a dufflе bag right to the plug like a shuffle pass
Impossible, I blew through obstacles niggas struggled past
Gave niggas game and they fumbled that, I come with that
Humble flex, this Cartier drippin', doin' jumpin' jacks
Can't take niggas serious, I pop big shit and get these rap niggas furious
My bitch be like, "Period"
Stones in the Cuban get cold as Lake Erie get
Weak advice from f*ck niggas who ain't give me shit
[Chorus]
Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up
Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca
Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up
Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a f*ck [Post-Chorus]
What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely?
Never touched this kind of paper and secretly, you wanna be me
Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off a cheat sheet
Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team goin' for a threepeat

[Verse 2]
I'm holy as the Vatican, I'm passionate
My hunger for drug money and ratchet shit just creep up sporadically
Put a brick around me and that'll be assault and battery
My city ain't seen this before me and won't after me
The mail stacked up so I'm sittin' on checks
What we gon' spend it on next? Jewels drippin', on set
I need a spot out in Florida where the Seminole's at
You know, Jacksonville to Tampa Bay like I'm Leonard Fournette
I got love for my niggas, some anxious and some patient
The patient ones up, the others just want cases
Put my chain on the table and bitches start sunbathin'
When I dropped my last shit, niggas knew I was done playin', uh
[Chorus]
Got my chicken up, whippin' up, droppin' off and pickin' up
Nigga what? My picture still up on Seneca
Hit a lick and split it up, Benz coupe, I tint it up
Spent more on jewels 'cause I don't give a f*ck

[Post-Chorus]
What y'all niggas know about the streets on the internet talkin' freely?
Never touched this kind of paper and secretly, you wanna be me
Your hustle off completely, but I'm readin' off a cheat sheet
Stacked a couple hundred neatly, my team goin' for a threepeat