Jasmine's (feat. Westside Gunn)
by Benny the Butcher
From the album: Summertime Butch 2
Track 2 of 13 on Summertime Butch 2 (2025).
Duration: 3:52
Lyrics for Jasmine's (feat. Westside Gunn)
Summertime Butch Ayo, power drove a fiend up the stove in Gar莽on (Ah) If you need me, I'll be in my cell on the phone (Brr) George Capitals, you see the bones, I'm in the Rolls (Skrrt) Might be the first drug dealer on the Vogue (Brr) Mule panickin' 'cause she late, I told her, "脕ndale" (脕ndale) Maison Maras with the scuffs all through Lammeret (Ah) My Benz steering wheel on the right, shooter on the left (Grr) The first to make him overdose, dope, be the best Goyard satchels with the blick, leavin' out the Ritz Champs-脡lys茅es on a shoppin' spree, just Me and your bitch (Woo, woo, woo, woo) I bought me everything, I ain't buy her shit (Uh-uh) Herm猫s crocodile sandals, steppin' On a brick (Steppin' on a brick, ah) Thirty-six, the forty-four shit, MOSSWILL My man mom died, he in the cell with the razor pulls (Ah) Rockafeller Somebody's pickin' on this pussy nigga Ha, the gods, business Ha, ha Ah, yeah, yeah Yo, uh Fuck is the state of rap? Same shit they been tryna act since Pac died And B.I.G. left and the game went a little lopside on the pop side And I cried, it's elementary that you Add some interest to your top five 'Cause evidently, I'm in my prime Doin' better than them who done got signed But it cost me, how else can I put it? They forced me Bullets and coffee (Good morning, America) I cheated the game, it felt good as adultery (Good as adultery) Ask the last label, I'm a rap savior I'm a cash major, I'm a mass strangler I'm a cash cow and a stack saver We can chat now or we can chat later (Uh) I made my wrist lock, then made a movie 'bout it Like the Black Elf of Hitchcock, interrogation room I be so quiet in it that you might hear a pin drop What's the state of rap? Same shit they been Tryna act since Will Smith (Same old shit) And Jazzy Jeff, I sold real bricks, I still don't got no real hits But cocaine still give thrills, white girl, real Kill Bill shit I get chills when I close deals Made a quarter mil' on some chill shit I get the pill, I'm tryna bang like I'm O'Neal, you just Josh Childress I show you gents 'round the money, I'll take You lil' niggas on a field trip (Bitch) Got a Yacht Master on a yacht, nigga, we are not rappers Saw the cops pass them and the drop faster than a time traveler And my watch flashin' like I'm Arm Wrestling But you like the senior with bad grades and I'm the dean I'm thinkin' why cap ya? Couch potato with a iPad And a mic, so now you a podcaster They hit they ceilings, I'm booked in Paris Let's get to business (Let's get to business) Two hundred fifty in hundreds, to count it It take her ten minutes (Maybe eight) Fuck is the state of rap? Same shit they been tryna act since Eazy-E Only street niggas gon' agree with me I'm just a rich nigga with a G.E.D., Big Butch, ah