Buffalo Kitchen Club

歌詞

Yeah, uh Y'all know what the fuck it is Motherfucking Liz and the motherfucking Butch They ain't fucking with Liz and The Butch I send the order, then nigga, you cooked Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook Would be a machine if rapped how I look So not your typical This shit is mental, not physical Glide through the pressure, elliptical Uh huh He like what he see in his visual I make the dick disappear, it's a miracle Sleeping on me, must be the Fentanyl Killing you hoes, take it literal (Literal) Shooting your shot at a bitch like me. Gon' cost 'bout a milly at minimal At the minimum My nigga wear Creed and he hit it hard like Adonis I leave him soaked and astonished My team on violence We sweeping shit like the plague This shit is getting bubonic Balling my hobby I'm getting rings like I'm Sonic Your money must keep it platonic A beauty and beast, how ironic I'm smoking on hoes like the chronic Fuck y'all opinions, they weigh less than money And they come from who ain't got no money Left mine in Escrow and I never touch it 'Cause when Pac died, he ain't have a hunnid Sold out a show with my first day in Europe All that hate coming from home, I can't hear it (Can't hear it) 'Fore we get a chance to hop out, these bitch gon' stare in the rims like mirrors I don't do auctions, I don't do Carmax To the R.8 from the R.S. Our first date we had car sex I put class on the corner like car wrecks Invite me in, I might bring a scale over I feel y'all topping well over I done bought so much cartel yola That they start treating us like shareholders Niggas resent me 'cause they just a tier lower Just a tier lower No sympathy, won't shed a tear for ya No weaknesses, I'm not a fear shower I ate the pussy up, got my little beard growing Five five sixes, look like we spear-throwin' You know that what I'm here for When they ask y'all who cleaned up the block Say the Butch and Liz Claiborne (Uh) They ain't fucking with Liz and The Butch I send the order, then nigga, you cooked Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook Would be a machine if rapped how I look So not your typical This shit is mental, not physical Glide through the pressure, elliptical He like what he see in his visual I make the dick disappear, it's a miracle They ain't fucking with Liz and The Butch