Verse 1
1 plus 1 is 2, but two plus two’s a conspiracy,
Butchy and Goondo, actin' all mysteriously. (Uh huh)
But I see through the smoke, man, both of y’all fake, (Facts)
Like a bad script, always on the same take. (Same sh*t)
Spreading rumors like wildfire, f*** I know it’s them,
Talkin’ sh*t behind my back, straight from the DMs. (Y’all weak!)
Schemin' on the low, tryna creep in my lane, (Nah!)
Now y’all both exposed, feel the truth like rain. (Let it pour)
Hook (Melodic)
Fake love, fake moves, that’s Butchy and Goondo, (Fake!)
Two snakes in the grass, actin' subtle though. (Snakes!)
Tryna play me? Nah, now the truth’s unfoldin’, (Truth!)
Y’all made for each other, now your ship’s corrodin’. (Sinkin'!)
Fake love, fake moves, y’all weak as f*** though, (Weak!)
Two backstabbin’ snakes, but I peeped the show. (I see it)
Y’all thought you’d win? Nah, the ship’s implodin’, (Boom!)
Y’all made for each other, now the truth’s unfoldin’. (Exposed!)
Verse 2
Yo, Butchy, thought you slick? Textin’ Tintsi on the side, (Sneaky!)
Said “I smashed the mission,” but now you gotta hide. (Caught up!)
You a dumbass, Goondo found out fast, (Real quick!)
Now the love’s cracked, and your bond won’t last. (Shattered!)
Played her like a fool, now you losin' control, (Uh-oh!)
Y’all both fake, and it’s takin' a toll. (It’s showin’)
Two snakes together, man, y’all gon’ fold, (Foldin’!)
No love, no trust, now your whole thing’s cold. (Cold!)
Hook (Melodic)
Fake love, fake moves, that’s Butchy and Goondo, (Fake!)
Two snakes in the grass, actin' subtle though. (Snakes!)
Tryna play me? Nah, now the truth’s unfoldin’, (Truth!)
Y’all made for each other, now your ship’s corrodin’. (Sinkin'!)
Fake love, fake moves, y’all weak as f*** though, (Weak!)
Two backstabbin’ snakes, but I peeped the show. (I see it)
Y’all thought you’d win? Nah, the ship’s implodin’, (Boom!)
Y’all made for each other, now the truth’s unfoldin’. (Exposed!)
Outro
Played the game wrong, now you both exposed, (Both!)
F*** around, now everybody knows. (Everybody!)
Thought you could flex, nah, you fallin’ apart, (F* outta here)**
Rumors fade, but the truth hits hard. (Hard!)
