BUTTAH

Uh, hundred thou

I could paint the fucking town

Every time I wear my crown

I can hear my stomach loud, uh

It’s an awful sound

I could take a building down

I could make your daddy proud

Leave you in the lost and found, uh

I should be a giant maybe I should be a ghost

I could be a tyrant, I could put it down your throat

I could make you silent so they never hear a croak

I could stick a

Stick a, stick a, stick of Butter in my cake

All this fucking jewellery and I don’t own own a case

Nothings ever new to me but still got all this change

I’m the shadowlicker, underground, underground

Stick a, stick a, stick a stick of Butter in your face

All this fucking jewellery and I don’t own own a case

Nothings ever new to me, but still got all this change

I’m the shadowlicker, underground, underground

Made of gold

Scrape the right hand and take what’s left, man if I’m not paid in full

Something in me goes cold as winter, man you just made it snow

Money money my motivation, just take and take it home, take and take it home

I could make you famous baby, I could make you known

I could take it all away or I could make it whole

Like you when you’re quiet just keep staring your phone

I could stick a, Stick a, stick a, stick of Butter in my cake

All this fucking jewellery and I don’t own own a case

Nothings ever new to me but still got all this change

I’m the shadowlicker, underground, underground

Stick a, stick a, stick a stick of Butter in your face

All this fucking jewellery and I don’t own own a case

Nothings ever new to me, but still got all this change

I’m the shadowlicker, underground, underground

You’re tryna cover the cost

Your tryna do what you’ve gotta do

I’m tryna eat out your heart

Whip could do it I don’t gotta move

I’m tryna pay for the bar

You’re tryna pay for a funeral

Andale andale andale, women all under me when I see suitable

Take and you take it to heart

When I’m hungry all I see is food

Act like a friend and you aren’t

Use my name to get you in a room

If my shit knocked at your door

keep it quiet keep it bulletproof

Coz I know that P got you down and I’m up you’ll be shouting your name like pikachu

I could stick a, Stick a, stick a, stick of Butter in my cake

All this fucking jewellery and I don’t own own a case

Nothings ever new to me but still got all this change

I’m the shadowlicker, underground, underground

Stick a, stick a, stick a stick of Butter in your face

All this fucking jewellery and I don’t own own a case

Nothings ever new to me, but still got all this change

I’m the shadowlicker, underground, underground