BRON (Song) Lyrics – Benny The Butcher

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New song by Benny The Butcher called “BRON” lyrics. Chauncey Hollis, Francisco Barraza Rodriguez, and Jeremie Pennick wrote the lyrics, and Hit-Boy produced the song.

BRON Song Details

Song BRON
Artist/Singer Benny The Butcher
Lyrics Chauncey Hollis, Francisco Barraza Rodriguez, and Jeremie Pennick
Produced Hit-Boy
Label Benny The Butcher PS

BRON Lyrics

I ainā€™t even gon count down for you nigg*s
Turn the beat up some
The Butcher cominā€™
Iā€™ma surprise you nigg*s

I been on
So long people started hatinā€™
They feel scorn
I see the looks on all they faces and Iā€™m torn
Itā€™s like, I ainā€™t wanna do this
But if it gotta be a shooting
I guess Iā€™ma be the shooter

Youā€™ve been warned
Iā€™m in this b-tch poppinā€™ Ace like Iā€™m Shawn
They play your shit look at the gang and then we yawn
Why would he make that lame choice
Man these nigg*s couldnā€™t score if they had game point

And Iā€™m ā€˜Bron
After the chip I told my folks back home
So long
I move my family and my bricks to a place where itā€™s warm
Iā€™m back to championship condition
I canā€™t resist all this winning
Itā€™s like me and success built a bond

So letā€™s stay brief
Iā€™m in a rush to TSA
They tryna x-ray me
I made my b-tch so bad that her ex canā€™t speak
The only way to make her lit-er is a sex tape leak
A little porn

Iā€™m just f*ckinā€™ around

Yeah, uh
Fuck the world am I wrong
Iā€™m in the V.I.P.
A hundred nigg*s strong
Hustlers yelling from the bleachers
Put me on
I ran it up ainā€™t take me long
My life a story outta songs psalms
And I can put that on my motherā€™s first born
In my city Iā€™m King Kong
Kim Jong Un to me you nigg*s like this small
Say white b-tch
I probably meant what a brick costs
Iā€™m in the five-star hotel suite with a Swiss broad
Then Iā€™m, gone

Pinky ring of a don
Bad boy like Iā€™m Shawn
Iā€™m like goldeneye bond
Thatā€™s twenty-five inf beams scoping out harm
So how you nigg*s gon hide from us with polka dots on

You nigg*s is drunk
You prolly heard when I got shot
I brought a Rollie, AP, and a Cartier after that watch
(You hear that too)
I been back home fifty times since all the rumors and chillinā€™
These killas with me keep asking me what we doinā€™
Them nigg*s bored

Ay yo get the champagne
Ay yo Hit Boy we gonā€™ get the champagne and goggles
We spraying this shit everywhere
We goinā€™ to Illioā€™s
Tell ā€™em to open the back room for us
Letā€™s go

And Iā€™m, Bron
After the chip I told my folks back home, so long
I move family and my bricks to a place where itā€™s warm
Iā€™m back in championship condition
I canā€™t resist all this winning
Itā€™s like me and success built a bond