Bro we really doing this sh#t again bro
Bro wait I say, oh yeah the kicks are coming hold on
-Chorus-
Butterfly knife in my denim
Make him go ghost when I pull up with a phantom
Make him disappear when I cut him down to atoms cuz I really can’t stand em
Nah I really can’t stand em nah
Take caution my flow is caustic a leaking faucet I’m off it
Matter of fact ima hop back on it for profit
Come here lil n#gg# lemme spit like ima prophet
You got The same flow y’all better hop off it
Like what are these n#gg#s even talking about
Capping in their songs just for a drop of clout
Their pockets hurt ye I’ve seen their bank accounts
Cuz all songs don’t need them to scream and shout
Caution, pull up on a n#gg# spittin nonsense
Option, putting up ya guard or going offense
Coffin, hop in when i turn you into past-tense
Nonsense, that you think i listen to my conscience
-Verse-
Said they want static, so i pull up like virgil
I wanna fight slide ya ads no commercial
I’ll be dashing to you jumpin over any hurdle
Just to pull out a blade and slit your throat just like hershel
p#n#s out here stretching jus like iss gum gum
Dick in her throat she gon swallow my c#m c#m
Actually naw i might just nut on her bum bum
Right after i slap it hard just like a drum drum
Drum drum, pull up wit a tommy and go dumb dumb
Haha im laughing cuz youre only weapon is your tongue tongue
You better run, cuz i wanna chase you just for fun fun
Youre so done, actually your demise already has begun
n#gg# dont even know me
Im a monster jus like broly
My blade cut you into loose leaf
Going great ape jus like chief keef (X3)
-Chorus-
Butterfly knife in my denim
Make him go ghost when I pull up with a phantom
Make him disappear when I cut him down to atoms cuz I really can’t stand em
Nah I really can’t stand em nah
Take caution my flow is caustic a leaking faucet I’m off it
Matter of fact ima hop back on it for profit
Come here lil n#gg# lemme spit like ima prophet
You got The same flow y’all better hop off it
Like what are these n#gg#s even talking about
Capping in their songs just for a drop of clout
Their pockets hurt ye I’ve seen their bank accounts
Cuz all songs don’t need them to scream and shout
Caution, pull up on a n#gg# spittin nonsense
Option, putting up ya guard or going offense
Coffin, hop in when i turn you into past-tense
Nonsense, that you think i listen to my conscience
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