Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Butch Dawson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jujuan Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erkin Yurta
Producer
Lyrics
One of my opps
And one my enemies linked
I swear it's one of my kinks
Don't tell me it's rare
This shit ain't as rare as you think
But I can put holes in ya mink
She pretty we link
She love when I'm touching the pink
She coming as quick as a blink
Truth be told
Run like I'm going for gold
Might trade the lanyard for links
Damn
Bitch I'm amazing
Coming for heads this guillotine blade
Don't play when it's time to put food on the table
**** be telling these fables
I don't get in to the labels
Call me whatever as long as I'm stable
Butch is a diva, Cold grim reaper
I heard that I was an angel
We scaling the building like Wiz
The currency coming in thick
Increasing the stocks you know we rock
I been in the 1st round pick
They tanking for me
To play wit a beast
I'm showing duality praying for peace
I find joy in doing the simple things like making some art with my niece
Shaking the metric
It get hectic
Decimal got all these hoes so desperate
I raise the decibel at this second
When it come to I do it the freshest
Do it the bestest
I'm wit her besti
Fuck her then call her my bestfriend
Young and the restless
Speaking through Peggy on every mother fucking record
All that lame shit **** doing hmm
That is not my preference
Huh huh
Get off me just look at the tag
I ran that bitch up like a tab
She only want you for yo bag?
And he know it we watching him crash
I'm reloaded a buck on the dash
I be open just put the pass
This 5 gen put **** on smash
Think I'm gentle cause I'm playing jazz
Let it rock while while I'm beating yo ass
Don't talk to me bout no trips
If you never had jet lag
Written by: Jujuan Allen