Uh-huh
The Butcher comin´, nigga
Yeah, uh
(Hit-Boy)

I´m a Christian Dior shirt rocker, two Glock wearer
Only rapper that would´ve thrived in the 2Pac era
I´m talkin´ ´98 drug money, shoebox era (Shoebox era)
I proved my point once, in every take, the proof got clearer
Y´all niggas make threats (Huh), we take killers and take bets
Fuck with us and end up bad like dope you can´t stretch (Hah)
Twenty somethin´ years in it and ain´t make a mistake it
If you ain´t spendin´ half an M, ain´t no way to relatе yet
Mob ties, I´ll prick your finger bеfore I connect you (Gang)
I know some niggas that rather kill you before they respect you (Ah)

And fuck rap, me and my niggas sold boy as professionals
They say it´s time to eat again on this Oyster Perpetual
Scars on my body still (Still), they think I signed Illuminati deals (Illuminati deals)
´Cause this paper talkin´ to me like it´s Johnny Gill
I push weight like I bodybuild (Bodybuild)
I let the bitch slide, her attitude fake but her body real (Let´s go)
I´m on point when my enemies not
I shoot with nobody ´round me like a penalty shot (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
When niggas´ traps was warmin´ up, mines was literally hot (Mines was hot)
The promotin´ I did, Pyrex should be givin´ me pots, yeah

That´s how you handle business (Business), got my name in the Guinness (Guinness)
Records, next to ballers and retired drug dealers
Side note, I´m the realest (Uh-uh), signin´ off, Mister Pennick
This money ain´t change shit, I´m gangsta from start to finish (Let´s go)

It´s blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)
It´s blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)
It´s blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)
It´s blood on the money, blood on my hands (On my hands)

Yeah, triple black tints on the Caddy

What you know about bein´ out in the Valley? The plug ask you for an addy (Huh?)
I broke bread in the middle of war, y´all took breaks
For a bid and a couple shootouts, I look great (Uh, hahaha)
I ain´t with no rap beef, it´s Fs on my rap sheet
At eighteen, I had the trap bumpin´ like acne
Niggas want the formula, Griselda´s the factory
You need a million dollars and an army tank just to match me (What´s poppin´?)
Dior, my new habit, lawyers in suit jackets
I´m eatin´, with a lot on my plate, so I chew faster
I´m an old hustler but, I´m rich as these new rappers (New niggas)
I´m the Butcher so these new ratchets like two hatchets (Butcher comin´)

You got rumors on your name, I got shooters in my gang
I was a mover of the ´caine, you know, pursuin´ to the fame
Y´all comparin´ me to niggas? (Huh) That´s abusive to my name
I sold the dope to ´em, then I watch ´em shoot it in they veins
With my real niggas, this what bein´ live means (Live means)
I need a spread in Don Diva like I´m Sly Green (Like I´m Sly Green)
I need a long one in Vegas like I´m Don King (Uh)
Until then, I´ma follow these Bentley high beams (Let´s go)
The Butcher comin´, nigga