Ripped Apart lyrics

[Intro]
“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurt you
I need you to drive me on out of here”

Doot, doot, doot, doot
Brrdt, brrdt

[Benny]
Ayo
I’ma send ten n*ggas through (don’t come back)
Tell them n*ggas, “don’t come back” (don’t come back, n*gga)
‘Til all the guns empty
That’s pressure, n*gga (let’s go)
Butcher, Dark Lo the Crook
Yo, look

[Verse 1: Benny]
What you see me in, I had to trap for it
Bounced 300 grams off the backboard
I’m really in the streets, it’s not an app for it
I got up and took it just ‘cause I ain’t want to ask for it
You’re f*cking with these rats, so y’all n*ggas useless
We’re street n*ggas, I’m judging you by who introduced us
8-balls to quarters, half, then was deuces
The bricks, y’all just coming with grown man excuses
Nah, I ain’t jumping on no bandwagons
In the yard doing pull-ups ‘til my hands callous
Fendi belt, but my pants sagging
All my lil’ mans flagging, look like my watch took dance classes
Yeah, so all the b*tches admire us
Hustlers who made miracles with them kitchen appliances
I can tell a killer, and I know you puss
I’m sending hits, got my bishop laying on your rook
Ah
[Verse 2: Dark Lo]
([?] open)
They’re running like a track meet
I blew his head off when I sat in the back seat
Blood got on my face, I wiped it then went back to eat
I gave you classics after classics, say thanks at least
Running tiger for the party, I think I’m Meech
Used to running n*ggas’ pocket if I think they’re sweet
The most bodies in the clique, [Skinny Me]
Wash the money if it’s dirty, feds think it’s me
I got on sweats and [?]
He said they’re hating, I said “f*ck ‘em, Benny”
Gun store, I re-upped on plenty
You hear it roar, that’s a Hemi
You hear the lick, that’s a gimme, was locked down, that’s a memory
My shirt a rottweiler, my wrist a sky dweller
It’s the Goodfellas, OBH and Griselda
n*gga, you’s a failure, I play the shotgun, I’m like Elmer
A month later, they’ll smell ya

[Verse 3: Benny]
I went and found a new connect and got a better flow
Carlito should’ve killed Benny, but he let him go
He pulled up, thing banging at the train station
Y’all n*ggas know the play, Griselda, OBH
[Verse 4: Dark Lo]
I can’t wait ‘til we run to him
I’m moving weight, I should run a gym
I’m out [?], I’m with Stun and Slim
Let the mac stutter on your brim
Benny and Lo, what’s popping other than them

[Verse 5: Benny]
I’m riding with it in the Impala, she wit it, a rider
I back out and turn this b*tch to a getaway driver
Yeah, he doing 10, but he said it feel like a L
He called the homes saying break him out of jail

[Verse 6: Dark Lo]
I reed up, I’ll probably break the scale
I’ll turn you breaking news, I ain’t even lift a nail

[Verse 7: Benny]
And I’ll never say who did it, I don’t kiss and tell
I looked the judge in the eyes and said “I’m picking 12”

[Verse 8: Dark Lo]
The mission got completed, opposition got deleted
We did it for the streets ‘cause we know they need it

[Verse 9: Benny]
Fiends coming 6am and we’re still open
I just put my gun away when it’s still smoking
[Outro]
“Griselda”
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Brrdt

[Dark Lo]
You see
It was a beautiful day outside
It was like 20 of y’all n*ggas in front of the store
I pulled up all aggressive
Hopped out, windows down
Left my keys in the ignition
Went in the store, came back out kill money
Wanting a n*gga to say something to me
I had the new 40 on me
I wanted to test it on one of you b*tch ass n*ggas
But y’all stood down, smart
OBH, Griselda, b*tch ass n*ggas