Tom Ford Socks - Benny the Butcher, Westside Gunn, Conway

Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks

I don’t wanna talk, you gettin' shot

I’m the nigga in my city

'Chine gun on my left titty

Feds still tryna get me

Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley

I can make a million in my sleep

Hangin out the roof with the street sweep

See how them Griselda boys manouevred it

Smell like waxin' sour walkin out of Peter Luger

Streets consumed us, little homie loved to grip his Ruger

He 17, but he been a shooter like Dennis Schröder

Fuck nigga, look at you boy, you been a loser

You still a little nigga, still a nigga junior

Go and get the hardest nigga, that nigga getting chewed up

Lyrically I’m a Bugatti, he a MINI Cooper

2K to tie a nigga shoe up, bitch thinking I’m a scooper

My Benz in the driveway, I sent the Uber

Griselda jersey, public school

Name rings a few bells, they know me in a few jails

Niggas threw shots but couldn’t shoot well

They shot and missed, I pop the my shooters move well

Without the ball, catch and shoot

Draw, played, and execute, full court pressure nigga

S.E.

forever nigga

Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks

I don’t wanna talk, you gettin' shot

I’m the nigga in my city

'Chine gun on my left titty

Feds still tryna get me

Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley

I can make a million in my sleep

Hangin out the roof with the street sweep

I seen niggas break the code and never felt correct

I watched niggas make a fortune, dudes I helped connect

They say it’s two ways out the game, bullets melt your flesh

Or catch a sentence and they change you like you Malcolm X

I slide through, my toasts sparking on a close target

We put an address on the beef like a post office

I’m tryna sell this last half o' brick then go corporate

I got killers with me pulling up with blow torches

Would you feed a grown men or expect him to hunt?

They took the money out the hood, but never invested in us

I got two kids, I never neglected 'em once

I hope the democrats steal the election from Trump

You got to bath in holy water, let it touch your face

The bottom of her shoes red like she crushing grapes

I turn the scale on and then I cut the tape

Ken Griffey Jr., I was touching base

Got an 8th in my Tom Ford Socks

I don’t wanna talk, you gettin' shot

I’m the nigga in my city

'Chine gun on my left titty

Feds still tryna get me

Tom brown seats in the Black Bentley

I can make a million in my sleep

Hangin out the roof with the street sweep