Buffalo Kitchen Club

Yeah, uh Y'all know what the fuck it is Motherfuckin' Liz and the motherfuckin' Butch, yeah They ain't fuckin' with Liz and The Butch (uh-huh) I send the order, then, nigga, you cook (grr) Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook Would be a machine if I rapped how I look (ah) 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 that dick disappear, it's a miracle (woo) Sleepin' on me, must be the fentanyl, killin' you hoes, take it literal (literal) Shootin' your shot at a bitch like me, gon' cost 'bout a milli' at minimal (at minimal) My nigga wear Creed and he hit it hard like Adonis, I leave him soaked and astonished (ah) My team on violence, we sweepin' shit like the plague, this shit is gettin' bubonic Ballin' my hobby, I'm gettin' rings like I'm Sonic, yo' money must keep it Platonic (y'all know) A beauty and beast, how ironic (yeah, uh), I'm smokin' on hoes like the chronic Fuck y'all opinions, they weigh less than money And they come from who ain't got no money (ain't got no money) Left mine in escrow and I never touch it (I don't touch that) 'Cause when 'Pac died, he ain't have a hunnid Sold out a show with my first day in Europe (first day) All that hate comin' 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 R8 from the RS (RS) Our first date we had car sex, I put glass on the corner like car wrecks Invite me in, I might bring a scale over, I feel y'all timin' well over I done bought so much cartel yola, that they start treatin' us like shareholders Niggas resent me 'cause they just a tier lower (just a tier) No sympathy, won't shed a tear for ya (I ain't cryin' for niggas) No weaknesses, I'm not a fear shower, I ate the pussy up, got my little beard growin' .556s, look like we spear-throwin' (pew, pew, pew, pew), you know that what I'm here for When they ask y'all who cleaned up the block (cleaned up the block) Say the Butch and Liz Claiborne (ah) They ain't fuckin' with Liz and The Butch (uh-huh) I send the order, then nigga, you cook (grr) Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook Would be a machine if I rapped how I look (hah) 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 that dick disappear, it's a miracle (woo) Pew, pew, pew, pew They ain't fuckin' with Liz and the Butch