18 Wheeler (feat. Pusha T)

Let's go
 Hah, let's go
 You know what this is
 The Butcher comin', nigga
 Ay, look
 We don't do no price talk, 'cause I already know they numbers
 Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them Dolce runners
 First time I ever cooked a deuce, I got a four-way from it
 Stabbed it in the pot so many times they think OJ done it
 If me and Push would've linked back when I was a dealer
 That's an 18 wheeler to my town from Virginia
 Enough glitter on my neck that make my ex-bitch bitter
 I pulled up to the 'jects pushin' the Lex' like I'm Jigga, uh
 To really make these type of checks, I took my chances
 When I was travelin' without no license
 Yes, I really took those type of risks
 I'm laughin' at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell Os
 But now I outsell shows, to the feds, the trail cold
 When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail home
 I got close homies that caught new cases on jail phones
 Velcro strap the clip, got a curve like a elbow
 She countin' up, when the bitch got the 50, her nail broke
 They talkin' racks, but my plug bring it back on the sailboat, uh
 And I flooded my corner right after the scale broke
 That's your bitch, but I'm not a nigga she tell no (yeah)
 'Cause you got the bitch fly, but it wasn't Chanel though
 I'm nothin' like you new gangsters
 Pointin' guns at the camera (never)
 I bet you niggas practice in the mirror
 Brick of money to your earlobe
 Six pics, same brick, somethin' weird though
 They say a hero's nothin' but a sandwich
 The 488 comin' through like the praying mantis
 My bitches got standards
 It's fair in love and war, it's okay to fuck a scammer
 As long as he empty the bag like black Santa
 Steak dinners at Dan Tana's, pick a Tamara
 The purple in my rainbow is amethyst
 Only I can coke rap this glamorous
 The only drug dealer out at Fashion Week
 With 80-20 split like Master P
 Why would I ever 50-50, you ain't half of me
 Benny The Butcher comin' after me, Push
 I flooded my corner
 I flooded my corner right after the scale broke
 The 488 comin' through like the praying mantis
 That's an 18 wheeler to my town from Virginia
 As long as he empty the bag
 As long as he empty the bag like Black Santa
 (I used to sell Os) Black Santa, black-black Santa
 (I used to sell Os) only I can coke rap this glamorous
 This-this glamorous, this-this glamorous
 Benny the Butcher, Push-Push-Push
 B-Benny the Butcher, Push-Push-Push