Letras
Brrr
Brrt
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yo, y'all do a nigga dishes, every shot all swishes
Blood in your mouth, taste delicious, stay vicious
Can't wait 'til Kutter come home from state prison (free Kutter)
Plug just got a nose job he yay pitchin' (sniff)
If he sound weird, nigga, hang up
Gauge to his leg, blew off his Marc Jacobs
Had Billy put your whole block in a Vega
Chrome .800 had his brains fly an acre
I was in the four-door Ferrari with my drac' up
When I come through, lights out like Undertaker
Fuck her from the back, when she come, she a shaker
Gucci rug, pole up on the couch, vanilla wafer
I was rocking runway, walking on water
Soundtrack, potato on the revolver
Money on your head, I come through like a barber
Chill day, Virgil-Louis hoodie and joggers
I'm marvelous, fiends going back and forth, having arguments
Who got the best dope? It's God, again (Super flygod)
The Butcher coming, nigga
Yeah, uh
One millionaire in the crew not enough
I seen kingpins crumble, empires turn to dust
Held down in the accountant lounge, gon' need about a month
Please keep me out your stunts before I beat you out your fronts, nigga
Yeah, my catalogue Roberto Alomar, battin' Hall of Fame numbers
Before you had a start, I had a classic off
While West was cooking bricks in the air fryer
I was there by him, drying hundreds with a hair dryer (I was right there)
Trenchcoats, we gotta dress like Russians
Even in airports, rappers get checked like customs
If I'm WWE, then y'all motherfuckers is- see? (See?)
They provoke me, and then y'all quote me
Low-key, y'all should blame the niggas that woke me
When I put another rapper head on the shelf like a trophy
Dark skin, bald head, mama's boy, niggas is Jodys
Good looks on all that free promotion and thanks for that Rollie
It's Butch, nigga
Heels have eyes, heels have eyes