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Summertime Butch
Big BSF, Griselda, nigga (Y'all niggas
Don't got enough to stop me, nigga)
You can't talk money to a nigga who been broke and
Rich, nigga (Y'all niggas don't got enough money
Y'all niggas don't got enough guns to stop me, nigga)
In the trap with my stick out, I ain't goin' back to the big house
Frontin' like you on, but y'all was just askin' for discounts
Three hundred in a day, wait, that's actually a miscount (Hahahaha)
My lawyer told me it's a half a million by his count (Yeah)
Yeah, you know that's real shit
I don't gotta check my bitch 'cause I tame mine
It's time to go, and I just tap my
Wrist like it's Dame time (Ayo, we out)
In the pocket throwin' spirals, you know this game
You put out somethin' hot and they won't
Like you, but get shot, you goin' viral
Push the Cullinan, the Muller hand (Skrrt)
I played the game right with stash houses and rubber bands
One hand washed the other hand, this year, we gon' settle it (Uh-huh)
As veterans, we know that nothin' come before presidents
Muscle don't beat intelligence
How far I went in school was irrelevant
Wrong one to bet against (Uh-huh)
I gave my hood drugs like I had a degree in medicine
Spendin' digits on glitter
When the last time you heard a nigga spit it as realer?
Got dope boys trendin' on Twitter, ugh
I made this shit look good again
I made this shit look good again
Buck twenty in a Trackhawk, look at this shit wrap up (Uh-huh)
Pick my niece up, she pointin' at my
Piece and say, "What that cost?" (A lot)
Your money slowin' up, I guess the streets got you blackballed
'Cause every plug you know sabotaged with a
Hacksaw (Ayo, hol' up, let me address this)
How I'm anti-Semitic? Was only handin' y'all credit
Immigrants built foundations, these
Standards that I commended (Uh-huh)
If I'm wrong, I stand corrected
Not to boast, but me and my Jewish lawyer
Still toast over glasses of Manny Chevys
Yeah, my right hand man rich, but my
Big brother buried (Rest in peace)
Went to my OG's funeral in all white Amiri (Ugh)
Me and Hit-Boy got a classic, same thing for me and Harry
I made millions just kickin' it like Adam
Vinatieri (The Butcher comin', nigga)
They wonder how I did it, I'm hearin' whispers from critics
But the numbers never lie and neither do analytics
Fuck all the naysayers (Uh)
They say it's crazy that even my
Bitch make more than a WNBA player, ah
Let's go