Letras
The Butcher comin', nigga
The Butcher comin', nigga (ah)
Big Griselda
Black Soprano Family
It's that shit (uh)
You know niggas love that street shit
I don't see how y'all be dick-ridin' these niggas
They love when I talk that hood shit
I be lookin' at these niggas like, "Him?"
And we be laughin' at these niggas
Real shit, though
Real dope boy shit
Ayo, ILL Tone, you know I'm fuckin' with this shit, though, right?
Real street nigga shit, yo
Let me kick it with my niggas who still be on them corners (uh-huh)
The tech suits is hard to conceal heat in them joggers
I'm rich, so I can't see a bill bein' a problem (you know I'm up)
Every hood rat dream is to still be with a baller (uh-huh)
At the table playin' roulette with a blonde and a brunette
Shit chunky on my arm, I'm probably gon' need a 2X
The hood said, "The real niggas gone, only you left" (okay)
My homie said, "You blessed," my Rollie said, "You next"
I sat and watched and seen y'all niggas got this shit backwards
(Y'all niggas got this shit backwards)
How the IG bitches more popular than rappers? (What?)
I'm really like that, you reach for my diamonds, I'm snappin'
And you can shoot your next video live from a casket
Benz with the open roof, I'm low in it, smokin' fruit
I show up with drums to your lab like I co-produce (huh?)
Get a good hand? Put on your man, that's what you 'posed to do
Me and City both get a Ghost and an ocean view (ah)
We run this shit (let's go)
You know the routine (roll with me)
The Butcher-
Niggas can't fuck with the flow
What's the dealy?
I represent for all the have-nots (yo)
I come through with a hundred on, Balenciaga runners on
This Kith trench coat too much for who I'm stuntin' on (uh)
Smokin' in Miami, my shirt open like a button gone
My jewels make strangers stare like I said somethin' wrong (huh?)
I took the throne right in front of y'all (right in front of y'all)