Yeah, uh
Y´all know what the fuck it is
Motherfucking Liz and the motherfucking Butch
Yeah

They ain´t fucking with Liz and The Butch (Uh-huh)
I send the order, then nigga, you cook (Grr)
Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook
Would be a machine if I rapped how I look (Hah)
So not your typical, this shit is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical (Uh huh)
He like what he see in his visual
I make that dick disappear, it´s a miracle (Woo)

Sleeping on me, must be the fentanyl
Killing you hoes, take it literal (Literal)
Shooting your shot at a bitch like me
Gon´ cost ´bout a milli´ at minimal (At minimal)

My nigga wear Creed and he hit it hard like Adonis
I leave him soaked and astonished (Uh-huh)
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 (Y´all know)
A beauty and beast, how ironic
I´m smoking on hoes like the chronic

Fuck y´all opinions, they weigh less than money
And they come from who ain´t got no money (Ain´t got no money)
Left mine in escrow and I never touch it (I don´t touch that)

´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 bitch gon´ stare in the rims like mirrors
I don´t do auctions, I don´t do Carmax, to the R8 from the RS (RS)
Our first date we had car sex, I put glass on the corner like car wrecks
Invite me in, I might bring a scale over, I feel y´all timing well over
I done bought so much cartel yola, that they start treatin´ us like shareholders
Niggas resent me ´cause they just a tier lower (Just a tier lower)
No sympathy, won´t shed a tear for ya (I ain´t cryin´ for niggas)

No weaknesses, I´m not a fear shower
I ate the pussy up, got my little beard growing
Five five-sixes, look like we spear-throwin´ (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
You know that what I´m here for
When they ask y´all who cleaned up the block (Cleaned up the block)
Say the Butch and Liz Claiborne (Ah)

They ain´t fucking with Liz and The Butch (Uh-huh)
I send the order, then nigga, you cook (Grr)
Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook
Would be a machine if I rapped how I look (Hah)
So not your typical, this shit is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical (Uh huh)

He like what he see in his visual
I make that dick disappear, it´s a miracle (Woo)

Pew, pew, pew, pew
They ain´t fucking with Liz and the Butch