77 Club Lyrics – Benny the Butcher

“77 Club” Lyrics by Benny the Butcher is a latest English song in the voice of Benny the Butcher. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “77 Club” song lyrics are also written by Benny the Butcher. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. “77 Club” by Benny the Butcher is a gritty, confident track where he reflects on his journey from the streets to success, showing how far he’s come with money, respect, and power. He talks about real struggles, street life, loyalty, and beating the odds with intelligence and hustle. Benny also addresses critics, haters, and stereotypes, proudly owning his past while showing off the life he’s built.

77 Club Lyrics

[Intro]
(Summertime Butch)
Big BSF
Griselda, n**** (Y’all n***** don’t got enough to stop me, n****)
You can’t talk money to a n**** who been broke and rich, n**** (Y’all n***** don’t got enough money, y’all n***** don’t got enough guns to stop me, n****)

[Verse 1]
In the trap with my stick out, I ain’t going back to the big house
Fronting like you on, but, y’all was just asking for discounts
Three-hundred in a day, wait, that’s actually a miscount (Hahaha)
My lawyer told me, it’s a half a million, by his count, yeah, yeah
You know, that’s real s*it

I don’t gotta check my b!tch, ’cause I tame mine
It’s time to go and I just tap my wrist like it’s Dame Time (Ayo, we out)
In the pocket, throwing spirals
You know this game, you put out something hot and they won’t like you
But, get shot, you going viral
Push the Cullinan on Mulholland (Skrrt)
I played the game right
With stash houses and rubber bands, one hand wash the other hand
This year we gon’ settle it (Uh-huh)
As veterans, we know that nothing come before presidents
Muscle don’t beat intelligence
How far I went in school was irrelevant, wrong one to bet against (Uh-huh)
I gave my hood drügs like I had a degree in medicine
Spending digits on glitter
When the last time you heard a n**** spit it as realer?
Got dope boys trending on Twitter, ugh

[Interlude]
I made this s*it look good again
I made this s*it look good again

[Verse 2]
Buck-twenty in a Trackhawk
Look at this s*it rap up (Uh-huh)
Pick my niece up, she point at my piece and say “What that cost?” (A lot)

Your money slowing up, I guess the streets got you blackballed
‘Cause every plug you know severed ties with a hacksaw (Ayo, hold up, let me address this)
How I’m anti-Semitic? Was only handing y’all credit
Immigrants built foundations, these standards that I commended (Uh-huh)
If I’m wrong, I stand corrected
Not to boast, but, me and my Jewish lawyers still toast over glasses and Manischewitz
My right hand man rich, but my big brother buried (Rest in peace)
Went to my OG’s funeral in all-white Amiri (Uh)
Me and Hit-Boy got a classic, same thing for me and Harry
I made millions just kicking it like Adam Vinatieri (The Butcher coming, n****)
They wonder how I did it, I’m hearing whispers from critics
But, the numbers never lie and neither do analytics
Fu*k all the naysayers
They say it’s crazy that even my b!tch make more than a WNBA player

[Outro]
Ah, let’s go

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77 Club Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
Benny’s setting the tone with confidence, shouting out his crew BSF and Griselda. He’s basically saying nobody can stop him, no matter what they bring to the table—whether it’s money or force. He’s seen both poverty and wealth, so he’s not impressed by anyone trying to talk big. He’s been through too much to be fazed now.

[Verse 1]
He starts off talking about being ready for anything, staying armed and refusing to go back to jail. He calls out people pretending to be successful when they were just recently asking for favors or deals. He laughs off making $300K in a day like it’s nothing—his lawyer says it’s actually half a million. That’s how far he’s come.

He talks about how he doesn’t need to control his woman because he’s already set that standard. When it’s time to move, he simply taps his wrist like NBA star Damian Lillard—he’s always ready. He compares his precision to a quarterback throwing a spiral, but says in the rap game, you can drop a hot track and still get hate. Ironically, getting shot brings more attention.

He’s living large now, driving luxury cars and reflecting on how smart moves got him here. He made money the right way—through strategy, connections, and loyalty. He says even in the streets, intelligence beats brute strength. He didn’t need much schooling to make it big. He supplied drügs like a pro, spent money on flashy things, and still kept it real. He ends this verse bragging that his raw, honest style has street guys all over social media.

[Interlude]
He’s saying he brought style and authenticity back into the rap game, making it cool again.

[Verse 2]
Benny jumps into this verse talking about speeding in a souped-up SUV and how even while picking up his niece, he’s still iced out—his jewelry’s expensive and she notices. He throws a jab at people whose street money dried up, saying their connections are gone because no one trusts them anymore.

Then he addresses a serious accusation—being called anti-Semitic. He pushes back, saying he was only giving credit to the influence of Jewish people and immigrants, especially for their role in building strong foundations. He even says he parties with his Jewish lawyers, toasting over wine.

The tone shifts to something more emotional—he reflects on losing his older brother and attending his funeral in expensive all-white designer clothes. Even in grief, he’s living that high-end lifestyle. Then he name-drops producers like Hit-Boy and Harry Fraud, saying he’s dropped classics with both of them. He compares making millions in rap to effortlessly kicking a football like NFL legend Adam Vinatieri.

He knows people are questioning his success, but he trusts the numbers—sales and stats don’t lie. He brushes off the doubters, ending with a flex that even his girlfriend earns more than pro women’s basketball players, showing just how far he’s taken his brand and lifestyle.

[Outro]
He’s ready—time to move forward. Let’s go.

FAQs

Q. Who has sung 77 Club song?
A. 77 Club song is sung by Benny the Butcher.

Q. Who wrote 77 Club lyrics?
A. 77 Club lyrics are penned by Benny the Butcher.

Q. Who has given the music of 77 Club song?
A. 77 Club music is composed and produced by Benny the Butcher.

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