Benny The Butcher – Big Tymers Lyrics

Benny The Butcher Big Tymers Lyrics (feat. Peezy)

I’m with the same n*** grindin’, everybody with me shinin’
Big houses and my cars off the lot
When these hoes see these diamonds they gon’ know I’m big timin’
Bandana ’round my head just like I’m Pac
I pray my n*** beat them cases, they on federal vacations
Don’t be out here rappin’ shit you know you not
Since a n** got this buzz, they don’t remember who I was
I’m the same one who used to sell you drop

These hoes can’t say shit to me, I’m fresh in all Dior
N*** mad at me ’cause I got rich and they wrote me off
N*** mad at me ’cause I got busy, they got lazy
N*** mad at me ’cause I paid cash for that Mercedes
N*** say they loyal, broke the code, but I ain’t trippin’
Three million and counting, can’t let them take me off my mission
Feds asking questions, I ain’t nervous, they just fishin’
I used to serve the city, they just mad I’m in position
I got it out the mud, how you gon’ tell me to be humble?
They don’t wanna see this shit, they know they ass in trouble
Hate to see me win, hate to see me catch a level
Jealousy’s the devil, I thought all my way to revel

I been with them same n*** grindin’, everybody with me shinin’
Big houses and my cars off the lot
When these hoes see these diamonds they gon’ know I’m big timin’
Bandana ’round my head like I’m Pac

I’m with the same n*** grindin’, everybody with me shinin’
Big houses and my cars off the lot
When these hoes see these diamonds they gon’ know I’m big timin’
Bandana ’round my head just like I’m Pac
I pray my n*** beat them cases, they on federal vacations
Don’t be out here rappin’ shit you know you not
Since a n** got this buzz, they don’t remember who I was
I’m the same one who used to sell you drop

Yello
Used to serve the whole city drop, now I come through with drops
Made n**, you lay a hand on me, you get your shooter dropped
Pull up to the corner, hit your lights when you come through the block
We paranoid, you might lose your life ’cause we been through a lot
Really can’t afford to make mistakes ’cause I’m still in the streets
I seen a n** go through his first case, they did him like he Meech
Me, I rather stay up out the way, it really ain’t that deep
Jump in that thang and whip the titties out like we on Venice Beach
20 in my pocket like I’m young but really I’m OG
Kicked back in the slums with all my killers how I find some peace
They ain’t teach me ’bout no ABC’s, I’m riding AMG
I’m with the same n*** I started with, boys ENT

I been with them same n*** grindin’, everybody with me shinin’
Big houses and my cars off the lot
When these hoes see these diamonds they gon’ know I’m big timin’
Bandana ’round my head like I’m Pac

I’m with the same n*** grindin’, everybody with me shinin’
Big houses and my cars off the lot
When these hoes see these diamonds they gon’ know I’m big timin’
Bandana ’round my head just like I’m Pac
I pray my n*** beat them cases, they on federal vacations
Don’t be out here rappin’ shit you know you not
Since a n** got this buzz, they don’t remember who I was
I’m the same one who used to sell you drop

I’m with the same n*** grindin’, everybody with me shinin’
Big houses and my cars off the lot
When these hoes see these diamonds they gon’ know I’m big timin’
Bandana ’round my head like I’m Pac
I pray my n*** beat them cases, they on federal vacations
Don’t be out here rappin’ shit you know you not
Since a n** got this buzz, they don’t remember who I was
I’m the same one who used to sell you drop

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  • Written by: Hit-Boy, Jeremie Pennick, Phillip Peaks
  • Album: Everybody Can’t Go
  • Released: 2024