Lo Lo’s Lyrics – Benny the Butcher

Read the full Lo Lo’s lyrics by Benny the Butcher along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Benny The Butcher’s music, you can also explore AITS (Intro) and Sundial, two other songs by Benny The Butcher.

[Intro]
Ah (Butcher coming, n!gga)
Summertime butch
Coc*ine s*it s*xy, ah
Straight like that though, yeah
You gotta just relax, just relax, just relax

[Verse 1]
And allow yourself to focus your approach and never let ’em bull s*it you
So bullets, like toilet paper, you buy both of them in bulk
I’m that quintessential hustler
Don’t get gassed off rap quotes
I put glass in the game like that backboard Shaq broke
I’m just as hot as the bass gold when popping in rap mode, Look who traded in that 44 mag for a lab coat
I’m in the operation room, how could I hit a plateau
When a bird fu*ker sailed to the stack quote
In a black truck, the LAX in the back thinking, how can I rap
Woke
When I told him sell dope already, how can I backstroke, street dreams
I guess I’m guilty of the things I told him not to do, that bird talking to me like a cockatoo
Shocked as you, I really had to take over a block or two, was so hard in that pot n!gga
My watch missing the rock too
Yup, you know them single carry stones, can’t blame my single parent home
Nah, cause it was nights wasn’t a single parent home, damn

[Verse 2]
Black truck to JFK, Mack truck on the way upstate, K-Lo K
She gotta have a ass or a J-Lo face
I think I’m in love, my plug daughter got an angel face
Angle straight, slicing through a brick like it’s angel cake
Ain’t no way I seen empires shrinking, that made they alliance weaken
Then the hand that tried to feed them got burnt from that fire breathing
I had to slay dragons, I thought I was fighting demons
I just stayed locked in, still rhyming like I ain’t eating
We used to beef over blocks, now I eat beef off the rocks
At a steakhouse in Turks, chained out, no shirt, like a boss
If I point a finger out you go first

I’m a dog n!gga, I cut a whole wall of cold turk
As quick as I’m in and out of, I can forget about her
Make a call, the next n!gga won’t get no feelings out of
You gotta trust what you see, let your wives be the proof, there’s three sides to every story
Yours, mine’s and the truth