Butterfly doors

butterfly doors on the whip it got wings

and they doing what I’m sayin I’m feeling just like a king

and I treat it like an opera I’m letting the choppa sing

load it up and kill a beat

the way I’m releasing steam

counting up cream

and spent it all with the team

got the finger on the trigger I’m ready to let off heat

star gazing at the sky and leave your brain in your seat

where I’m from

it’s a fucked up mentality in the streets

and I ride for my dawgs I know that they’ll ride for me

in the gym like every day these mothafuckas is weak

got the sauce

got the drip

the shit that you can’t repeat

Aint letting shit go

you know we that keep receipts

you a bitch

and a rat probably talking to the police

and I own my fuckin car I ain’t have to go get it leased

you a broke ass wanna be rapper

without the Gs

if you ever spin my block then I’m turning you Swiss cheese

we let off shots up in these Glocks

on the block you better flea

fore I call up my cousin

we bustin

you know we riding

I might hit up B-MO you know that he steady sliding

you a pussy ass bitch with all that running and that

hiding

this is for my opps

that ruger pop

and now your heart gon stop

you know that your life over the second we get the drop

I ain’t have a lot

from the bottom

I took it to the top

I hear these other rappers be tryin

but shit they needa stop

they don’t have a chance

they doing it for the bands

you a bunch of fuckin faggots just sitting and holding hands

I treat these bitches like my money yeah you know that I abandon them

I tote the straps akimbo so the smoke you’re getting second hand

I say it then it happens like a genie

this my masterplan

I tell em all to take a hike

your bitch she tryna take a ride

everywhere I go I keep a pole but this ain’t magic Mike

and you know I’m ballin like a TD, swish and bowled a strike

scored a goal, a hole in one,

it’s match point

I’m shining bright

they ask why I do these bitches wrong

I aint no mister right

I’m more or less like mister write

im in the stu like every night

5 songs later and finished

and now the sun is bright

I named your girl winter

Her head so cold

that it froze my pipe

and I got ice in my veins

bitch im beyond cold

this shit Is like zone 6

that fire be coming pronto

your girl shakin ass hands up

just like she’s rosco

I’m the best that’s undisputed like Shannon sharp from the broncos

these bitches and my ammo the same

with how they hollow

I tell a bitch what’s poppin?

she callin me jack Harlow

I won’t take your bitch so don’t trip but I will borrow

I keep a 2 2 3 5 5 6 yeah that’s the combo

I been the man like Otto

my pockets heavy like cargos

the drip i got is all from my money

like Wells Fargo

butterfly doors on the whip it got wings

and they doing what I’m sayin I’m feeling just like a king

and I treat it like an opera I’m letting the choppa sing

I’ve been looking for the opps

we gotta put em inna pack

I just made a 50 play and ima go and double that

where im from?

Kansas City

coming right up out the trap

don’t give a fuck about these bitches

too busy running up racks

like the Fuckin I R S

you want the work you gettin taxed

okay yo girly hit my line

and I just broke the bitches back

and I ain’t even have to try

first night you know that I cracked

you fuck with me then get whacked

I keep a fully loaded stacked

now show me another white boy in the city really thinking he can rap

wanna go against me get head tapped

actin like a bitch, get bitch slapped

they lashin out they big mad

yo bitch ride me like six flags

hella guns got 6 mags

6 bodies i been had

6 feet down in the dirt

that’s where im sending your bitch ass

with me where yo bitch at

don’t worry I been smashed

drunk drivin I won’t crash

we scrapin shit like road rash

I heard your song and I turned

It off I swear to God shit so trash

bitch I’m in my fuckin bag yeah that’s where im livin

I love that knife play slice em up korykenshin

you might to pay it with your life

so pay attention

I’ll only say this once mothafucka better listen

don’t act like you know me

don’t act like we homies

don’t tell me that you love me

when you know that shit is phony

that’s the type of shit to make me cut you off

and get below me

that’s the type of shit to make me load the choppa, get to rollin

watch out for the venom

from these snakes

that shit be potent

you used to be apart of the gang but now you a rodent

I get to raiding all of these bitches like I’m from Oakland

you ain’t getting on my level

No matter the amount of training

when I walk thru with the hunnids

you know that it’s boutta be raining

they saying life is a beach

I got my feet in the sand

I keep my shit on high alert

cause things ain’t going as planned

bitch I’m all about my business

so you know where I stand

I need to start my own brand

because I got a mothafuckin movement

that AR got a heat seeker on it, better cool it

you ain’t gonna shoot shit bitch

who the fuck you foolin

and I got your girl giving head

she be fuckin droolin

you already know how do it them boys winning

walkin thru hell with a smile I’m still grinnin

all these mothafuckas be talkin but they don’t get it

I got a new whip and I’m now I’m parking lot pimpin

(skrrt)

hit the gas

ridin off on them bitches

I’m never slowin down

I’m on the road to the riches

don’t come around my city talkin shit

they got the switches

and some good aim

so you know that they ain’t missin

like damn bro they fuck around they gonna have you leakin

take you to the spit’l and now alll of the doctors tweakin

i ain’t even wanna do it

but homie I am a demon

(don’t play with me)

once I hit it

kick the bitch out

(she can’t stay with me)

Butterfly doors on the whip it got wings

( butterfly doors on the whip it got wings)