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Butcher
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Butcher was released on October 29, 2024 by Golden Boy Music Group as a part of the album Butcher - Single
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Release DateOctober 29, 2024
LabelGolden Boy Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will Keeper
Will Keeper
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Murphy
Chase Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FRIO
FRIO
Mixing Engineer, Producer, Mastering Engineer
Dale
Dale
Producer
Jared Fier
Jared Fier
Producer
Steeziak
Steeziak
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
Ahh, ahh
Fríó too cold
Yeah
If you tryna slide
Then pull up
You know the vibe
Man, what's up?
Uh
Lil king crab, got it buttered up
Feeling like a butcher, I just cut it up
Coming from The Bean
I'm not one for actin on television screens
I'm walking with a lean
I'm pimpin', no Slickback
I just licked a sucker, he called me to get his shit back
Told him he could meet me at the kickback
Uh
So pull up and get it cracking, uh
Life is a trip, we should get to packing
I'm used to heat
These women I mack, 10's
Flights overseas, my bitch gotta' accent
Let me talk my shit
Fruits of my labor, I'm jumpin' into the pit like, damn
Am I man?
Yes, bitch
I am
I've been on a wave
Y'all fellas on dry land
Me and HANKNATIVE in the back locked in
Pull up in a hooptie like "hop in"
Let me get one last one, just for one second
Yeah
If you tryna slide
Then pull up
You know the vibe
Man, what's up?
Uh
Lil king crab, got it buttered up (let's go)
Feeling like a butcher, I just cut it up
They wanna see me dead
Bitch, you know my body
You better aim for the- ahh, tss
Fellas sell they soul for a little of street cred
City full of sharks and I swim in the deep end
Heard he wanna' act tough?
We could pretend
Shawty took her top off
Let's get beheaded
A couple tried to step and I'm finna make 'em regret it
I pour Bourbon in the Ginger ale, you just gotta' mix it
Brodie gettin' burnt, the blunt had turned him to brisket
My foot on the gas, I'm finna fire the pistons
Real bad boy, like I'm Dennis on the Pistons
We playin with toys, cudi
Murphy on a mission
Put you in a box, tell your mama "Merry Christmas"
But fuck it, we on a run
Shawty tryna club and I give her the hole in one
America's most wanted, I'm on the bulletin
I carry my sins and baby, they weigh a ton
Nothin' left to say, when everything's said and shh
If you tryna slide
Then pull up
You know the vibe
Man, what's up?
Uh
Lil king crab, got it buttered up (let's go)
Feeling like a butcher, I just cut it up
Bitch, you know my body
Man, what's up?
I smell blood in the water, baby
Someone call a doctor
I sever your shoulder
This the end of October, right?
Written by: Chase Murphy
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