Benny The Butcher – “Immunity” (ft. El Camino)

Benny The Butcher is here with “Immunity” featuring El Camino. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song produced by Rick Hyde.

Benny The Butcher Immunity

Benny The Butcher and El Camino have been keeping it moving for a while now, and being that the pair are frequent collaborators, it was only a matter of time before they connected for a game-changing meeting of the bosses. Now, Benny and Camino have brought their two families together, BSF and TCF respectively, for the upcoming compilation project Trust The Sopranos. Boasting additional contributions from Che Noir, ElCamino, Ransom, Rick Hyde, Heem, and the late DJ Shay, expect this one to be another potent serving of grimy mafioso bars.

With the project landing on April 23rd, Benny and El have officially delivered the lead single “Immunity,” which features a vintage-eighties sounding instrumental laced by BSF’s very own Rick Hyde. Setting things off is El Camino, who spits some up-tempo bars as he slides over Hyde’s production. “I took that bitch to the Waffle House,” he raps, a man who knows exactly what he wants. “If her feet ugly I kick her out.” Benny steps in next, catching a solid pocket as he reflects on his status. “Link with execs who don’t know where no ghettos at,” he spits. “Where they get hit and bring no purple medals back.”

Benny The Butcher – Immunity (ft. El Camino) (prod. Rick Hyde)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo
My nigga we lit (my nigga we lit)
Nigga we lit (nigga we lit)
Fuck all that shit you be talking (uh)
Fuck all that shit you be talking (uh)
Fuck all that shit you be talking (uh)
Fuck all that shit you be talking

[Verse 1 : Elcamino]
I’m in that bitch with the .30 on me (30 on me)
You know we rich I be storing bands (storing bands)
Me, I just be cooling out (uh)
I let the money dance (I let the money dance)
I got that .40 up in my pants
I told your shawty to watch her hands (watch yo hand)
I took that bitch to the waffle house (waffle house)
If her feet ugly I kick her out (kick her out)
I came a long way from bagging grams (bagging up)
Now I got all types of different fans
Riding around in them foreign shits (skrttttt)
If I go broke I’m extorting shit
I only talk bout imported shit, loyal fee, loyalty, niggas don’t know bout it (they don’t know bout it)
I used to hang at the dope houses (at the dope houses)
I used to give all the smoke out it (all the smoke out it)
Stowing that four pound or smoking a whole pound (smoking a whole pound)
It was just me and my four pound (my four pound)
I hop in the whip and I roll out (I roll out)
She sucking my dick she my hoe now (my hoe now)
I’m fucking her friend
She give me a threesome and now that bitch calling me “bro” now (bro now)
I woke up with three different bitches and I swear I don’t even know how

[Verse 2 : Benny the Butcher]
It was no hope where I’m headed at (where I’m headed at)
I dare you to try tell a felon that (I dare you)
You hit my line we can settle that, if I don’t answer my jack then you dead on that (dead)
They know we’re close where my level at (na)
Walked in this bitch like “what up” where that cheddar at
Linked with execs who don’t know where no ghettos at
Where they get hit and bring no purple medals back
I taught him all that he know (what he know)
She thought lil bro was a rookie (na)
These bitches outta their mind (cos what)
Cos they think the dough worth the pussy (aghh)
We went from trapping to politics, ratchets anonymous, traps be like colleges (woo)
We say we come and we slidin but y’all call y’all OGs to come talk us out of it
We was groomed, the block got us ready
I stood by the blender till I got a headache
First day I started sell rocks by the deli
Don’t give em nothing, these thots gotta beg me
She want a baller, these bitches be thirsty
She’s throwing it at me she know that I’m up
I text her phone, her friends tell her “good luck”
She fucked the first night, that’s gon get her stood up
Every line quotable, quartable my diamonds noticeable
They fuck with gang out in tokyo
I’m taking photos with fans
Tryna be sociable
I can whip grams till they floatable (aghh)

[Chorus : Elcamino]
See me, I was playing the stove
I had my block in control
I put them bricks on the road
And I pray that we don’t get pulled over
You better keep your mouth closed
See real niggas never fold
See me, I was playing the stove
I had my block in control
I put them bricks on the road
And I pray that we don’t get pulled over
You better keep your mouth closed
See real niggas never fold
See me, I was playing the stove
I had my block in control
I had my block in control
I had my block in control

(Ricky!)