Westside Gunn Body Bag Benny Lyrics

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
Uh, rich drug dealers on the loose
Plug coming over in canoes
He don't even pull out to shoot no more
He do it one arm in the Goyard
Rich drug dealers on the loose
Got 'em coming over in canoes
He don't even pull out to shoot no more
He do it one arm in the Goyard

[Verse: Benny the Butcher]
Yo, kiss the ring on the Godfather
Hustlers don't fish unless it's bells out the sea, the brick smelling like saltwater
Hopping out that white ghost, no, hopping out that Paul Walker
Ever took a loss off of work you took a charge off of?
You can't hang around fools when you move with boss aura
Y'all can't even hang around schools, and that's court orders
Same recipe, but let me see, I whip that fork harder
Catch you on these four corners, I turn into Sauce Gardner I seen niggas making they moves, I chill and remain cool
Figure, long as they strengthen the genre, I can't lose
But they confused, acting like they took over, we made room
Why would I raise feuds? I feel like y'all pay dues
But I'm coming to collect, so blame whoever made you niggas
Feel like y'all and Griselda could trade shoes
Had a mule that pulled off with the Border Patrol starin'
A brick gave me white privilege like forty-year-old Karens

[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
Rich drug dealers on the loose
Plug coming over in canoes
He don't even pull out to shoot no more
He do it one arm in the Goyard
Rich drug dealers on the loose
Got 'em coming over in canoes
He don't even pull out to shoot no more
He do it one arm in the Goyard