Buffalo Kitchen Club

Yeah, uh

Y'all know what the fuck it is

Motherfucking Liz and the motherfucking Butch

Chyeah

They ain't fucking with Liz and The Butch

I send the order, then ****, you cooked

Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook

Would be a machine if I rapped how I look

So not your typical, this shit is mental, not physical

Glide through the pressure, elliptical

He like what he see in his visual

I make the dick disappear, it's a miracle

Sleeping on me, must be the Fentanyl

Killing you hoes, take it literal

Shooting your shot at a bitch like me

Gon' cost 'bout a milli' at minimal

At minimal

My **** wear Creed and he hit it hard like Adonis

I leave him soaked and astonished

My team on violence

We sweeping shit like the plague

This shit is getting bubonic

Balling my hobby

I'm getting rings like I'm Sonic

Your money must keep it platonic

A beauty and beast, how ironic

I'm smoking on hoes like the chronic

Fuck y'all opinions, they weigh less than money

And they come from who ain't got no money

Left mine in Escrow and I never touch it

'Cause when Pac died, he ain't have a hunnid

Sold out a show with my first day in Europe

All that hate coming from home, I can't hear it (Can't hear it)

'Fore we get a chance to hop out, these bitches gon' stare in the rims like mirrors

I don't do auctions, I don't do Carmax

To the R8 from the RS

Our first date, we had car sex

I put class on the corner like car wrecks

Invite me in, I might bring a scale over

I feel like y'all topping well over

I done bought so much cartel yola

That they start treating us like shareholders

**** resent me 'cause they just a tier lower

Just a tier lower

No sympathy, won't shed a tear for ya

I ain't crying for ****

No weaknesses, I'm not a fear shower

I ate the pussy up, got my lil' beard growing

Five five-sixes, look like we spear-throwin'

You know that's what I'm here for

When they ask y'all who cleaned up the block

Say the Butch and Liz Claiborne, uh

They ain't fucking with Liz and The Butch

I send the order, then ****, you cooked

Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook

Would be a machine if I rapped how I look

So not your typical, this shit is mental, not physical

Glide through the pressure, elliptical

He like what he see in his visual

I make the dick disappear, it's a miracle, woo

They ain't fucking with Liz and The Butch