Toxic (feat. Styles P)

True sad shit, you know?

My **** born on Bruce Lee day

It's Wolf time, you know?

Fearless

Buck shots like I'm B.D.I

The Butcher coming, Ghost too

He coming, me too

That is more Bonnies than Sweeney Todd

May you beat the case like you Johnny Depp

European V's, Imani sweats

The floor is like water if you ain't see a tsunami yet

Buffalo to Yonkers, the hammer is in the tiny vat

Money in the Mack truck, **** ain't limey yet

You beg for my city, so it's only fair that I grow from there

'Cause you came for the polar bear and the fallen chair

Brick of bad dope, this dirty weight, I'm cooking back

So it's only right I left at 38 and took the axe

Consecutive wins, fuck is y'all? Can never be friends

My hoes be ebony skin, they give me head in the Benz

Fresh from Paris, I'm in new whips and extra carrots

Smoking, playing Old Biggie, trying to catch the spirit

You know that

You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, ****

And he came with Styles for the pusher ****

And you know the style, we with the hookers, ****

And you know the style, we with the cookers, ****

And we let it shine for all the looking ****

If the plug's tryna front, let's book the ****

If them **** is food, let's cook them ****

If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, ****

Benny come from Buffalo, me, I'm from Yonkers

But I still pack a gun that'll knock down a buffalo

Nerd better turn into Hulk like Mark Ruffalo

Don't wrestle, but I'm fly like I'm off of the turn buckalo

Top one, top gun, never did no maverick shit

All I know, you frontin' my hood, I'm not having it

Lilac seats in a Porsche, paint lavender

**** trying to act like a savage, but they a scavenger

It's the kid who made a knot when my block did 50

Now I got more songs than the locks with Diddy

Y'all **** sounded confused

It's too late when the gun hammer and the sound of my jewels

The only sound in the room

They tell me I should be grateful

'Cause I used to be on fam probation, playing with a bankroll

Monitor on my ankle, I'm tired

So you gotta talk grinding when you talk Benny

****, 'cause me and money don't sleep, like New York City

The Butcher coming

You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, ****

And he came with Styles for the pusher ****

And you know the style, we with the hookers, ****

And you know the style, we with the cookers, ****

And we let it shine for all the looking ****

If the plug's tryna front, let's book the ****

If them **** is food, let's cook them ****

If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, ****

I'm playing Griselda, watching Griselda

Pray for the seeds, merc the elders

I move work, pop off, pick the shells up

We a mile away, but I bet you that you can smell us

We smell like money and the **** lighting the L's up

We don't give a fuck and there's nothing that you can tell us

The Butcher coming, Butch, ghost, ****

Sandwich from a dead man, bet you gonna choke, ****

They'll tell you anything except how it hurt that you won

But they don't know I had to play every first by the store

On high alert for the law, watching my block

As soon as they pull up, skrrt, then I'm gone

You know that work getting tossed

I never speak on your set, oh, I don't beef on the net

There's **** on my team to judge when the lethal inject

It's not a secret, you move discreet when you keep getting checks

These **** mad and want to be me, so I keep getting threats

The Butcher and the ghost, ****

You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, ****

And he came with Styles for the pusher ****

And you know the style, we with the hookers, ****

And you know the style, we with the cookers, ****

And we let it shine for all the looking ****

If the plug's tryna front, let's book the ****

If them **** is food, let's cook them ****

If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, ****