Toxic (feat. Styles P)

Lyrics for Toxic (feat. Styles P)

This new sad shit, you know My nigga born on Bruce Lee day It's wolf time, you know, fearless Buck shots like R&B the yard The Butcher comin', Ghost too (We comin', me too) Bet it's more bodies than Sweeney Todd (Bet) May you beat the case like you Johnny Depp European V's, Armani sweats Flow is like water if you ain't see A tsunami yet (You ain't see that?) Buffalo to Yonkers, the hammer is in the tiny 'Vette (Buffalo to Y.O.) Money in the Mack truck, niggas ain't line me yet (Yo, uh) Too big for my city (You know that) So it's only fair that I grow from there (Grow from there) 'Cause you came for the polar bear in a folding chair (Ah) Brick of bad dope, this dirty weight I'm cookin' bad (I'm cookin' bad) So it's only right I left the .38 and took the X (What?) Consecutive wins, fuck is y'all? Could never be friends (Never) My hoes be ebony skin, they give me head in the Benz (Yeah) Fresh from Paris, I'm in new whips and extra karats (Extra, extra) Smokin', playin' old Biggie, tryna Catch the spirit, uh (You know that) You know who's comin', yeah, the Butcher, nigga And he came with style for the pushin' niggas And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga And we let it shine for all the lookin' niggas If the plug tryna front, let's book the nigga If them niggas is food, let's cook them niggas If that weight is real, well, let's hook it, nigga Benny come from Buffalo, me, I'm from Yonkers (Y.O.) But I still pack a gun that'll knock down a buffalo (Boom) Nerd, better turn into Hulk like Mark Ruffalo (Hulk) Don't wrestle, but I'm fly like I'm off of the turnbuckle (Stuka) Top one, Top Gun, never did no Maverick shit (Never) All I know you front in my hood, I'm not havin' it (My word) Lilac seats in the Porsche, paint lavender Niggas tryna act like a savage, but they a scavenger Yo, this the kid who made a knot when my Block did fifty (When my block did fifty) Now I got more songs than The L.O.X. with Diddy (Woo) Y'all niggas soundin' confused It's too late when the gun hammer and the sound Of my jewels the only sound in the room (Baby) They tell me I should be grateful (I am) 'Cause I used to be on fan probation Playin' with a bankroll, monitor on my ankle (Remember that?) I'm tired, so you gotta talk grindin' when You talk Benny, nigga (Benny, bitch, it's B) 'Cause me and money don't sleep like New York City (Ah) The Butcher comin' You know who's comin', yeah, the Butcher, nigga And he came with style for the pushin' niggas And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga And we let it shine for all the lookin' niggas If the plug tryna front, let's book the nigga If them niggas is food, let's cook them niggas If that weight is real, well, let's hook it, nigga I'm playin' Griselda, watchin' Griselda Pray for the seeds, murk the elders (I pray) I move work, pop off, pick the shells up (Get up) We a mile away, but I bet you that you could smell us (Smell us?) We smell like money and the niggas lightin' The L's up (We smell like money) We don't give a fuck if there's nothin' that you could tell us (Fuck) The Butcher comin' (Butcher), Ghost, nigga (Ghost) Sandwich from a dead man, bet you gon' choke, nigga (Ah) Yeah, they'll tell you anything except how it Hurt that you on (They'll tell you anything) But they don't know I had to play every first by the store (On God) On high alert for the law (Law), watchin' my block 'Cause soon as they pull up, skrrt (Boom, boom), then I'm gone You know that work gettin' tossed (Out of here) I never speak on your set (Never) Or I don't beef on the 'net (Mm-mm) 'Cause niggas on my team the judge wanna lethal inject (Yeah) It's not a secret, you move discreet When you keep gettin' checks (Better) These niggas mad and wanna be me, so I keep gettin' threats The Butcher and the Ghost, nigga You know who's comin', yeah, the Butcher, nigga And he came with style for the pushin' niggas And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga And we let it shine for all the lookin' niggas If the plug tryna front, let's book the nigga If them niggas is food, let's cook them niggas If that weight is real, well, let's hook it, nigga