Lyrics: Jeremie Pennick/Alan Maman/Joclynn Clyburn
Music: Jeremie Pennick/Alan Maman/Joclynn Clyburn
Yeah, uh
Y'all know what the **** it is
Mother****ing Liz and the mother****ing Butch
Chyeah
They ain't ****ing with Liz and The Butch
I send the order, then ****, you cooked
Thought I had ones the way these b*****s shook
Would be a machine if I rapped how I look
So not your typical, this shit is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical
He like what he see in his visual
I make the d**k disappear, it's a miracle
Sleeping on me, must be the Fentanyl
Killing you hoes, take it literal
Shooting your shot at a b***h like me
Gon' cost 'bout a milli' at minimal
At minimal
My **** wear Creed and he hit it hard like Adonis
I leave him soaked and astonished
My team on violence
We sweeping shit like the plague
This shit is getting bubonic
Balling my hobby
I'm getting rings like I'm Sonic
Your money must keep it platonic
A beauty and beast, how ironic
I'm smoking on hoes like the chronic
**** y'all opinions, they weigh less than money
And they come from who ain't got no money
Left mine in Escrow and I never touch it
'Cause when Pac died, he ain't have a hunnid
Sold out a show with my first day in Europe
All that hate coming from home, I can't hear it (Can't hear it)
'Fore we get a chance to hop out, these b*****s gon' stare in the rims like mirrors
I don't do auctions, I don't do Carmax
To the R8 from the RS
Our first date, we had car sex
I put class on the corner like car wrecks
Invite me in, I might bring a scale over
I feel like y'all topping well over
I done bought so much cartel yola
That they start treating us like shareholders
**** resent me 'cause they just a tier lower
Just a tier lower
No sympathy, won't shed a tear for ya
I ain't crying for ****
No weaknesses, I'm not a fear shower
I ate the p***y up, got my lil' beard growing
Five five-sixes, look like we spear-throwin'
You know that's what I'm here for
When they ask y'all who cleaned up the block
Say the Butch and Liz Claiborne, uh
They ain't ****ing with Liz and The Butch
I send the order, then ****, you cooked
Thought I had ones the way these b*****s shook
Would be a machine if I rapped how I look
So not your typical, this shit is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical
He like what he see in his visual
I make the d**k disappear, it's a miracle, woo
They ain't ****ing with Liz and The Butch