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.
BRONSong 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
BRONLyrics
I aināt even gon count down for you nigg*s
Turn the beat up some
The Butcher cominā
Iāma surprise you nigg*s
I been on
So long people started hatinā
They feel scorn
I see the looks on all they faces and Iām torn
Itās like, I aināt wanna do this
But if it gotta be a shooting
I guess Iāma be the shooter
Youāve been warned
Iām in this b-tch poppinā Ace like Iām Shawn
They play your shit look at the gang and then we yawn
Why would he make that lame choice
Man these nigg*s couldnāt score if they had game point
And Iām āBron
After the chip I told my folks back home
So long
I move my family and my bricks to a place where itās warm
Iām back to championship condition
I canāt resist all this winning
Itās like me and success built a bond
So letās stay brief
Iām in a rush to TSA
They tryna x-ray me
I made my b-tch so bad that her ex canāt speak
The only way to make her lit-er is a sex tape leak
A little porn
Iām just f*ckinā around
Yeah, uh
Fuck the world am I wrong
Iām in the V.I.P.
A hundred nigg*s strong
Hustlers yelling from the bleachers
Put me on
I ran it up aināt take me long
My life a story outta songs psalms
And I can put that on my motherās first born
In my city Iām King Kong
Kim Jong Un to me you nigg*s like this small
Say white b-tch
I probably meant what a brick costs
Iām in the five-star hotel suite with a Swiss broad
Then Iām, gone
Pinky ring of a don
Bad boy like Iām Shawn
Iām like goldeneye bond
Thatās 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 Illioās
Tell āem to open the back room for us
Letās go
And Iām, Bron
After the chip I told my folks back home, so long
I move family and my bricks to a place where itās warm
Iām back in championship condition
I canāt resist all this winning
Itās like me and success built a bond
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