Certified Butcher (feat. Kaya)

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Commas increase when thots decrease
Beat is deceased
Shoes they ain't creased
Yeah yeah yeah um

That's not my girl
That's not my bae
On the gang you can have that
She said she can freak
And be for the streets
If I send through the cash app
I could cop a new lambo
But God knows I would crash that
Her panties be flooding with singles
And no lie she go acrobat
So I'm finna throw some
Catch me with my day ones
Your personal income
Isn't bread it's just breadcrumbs
And we hate when the feds come
Keep yo eyes on the back door
She said her eyes up here
Couldn't care less once them legs numb

Wise man said don't do it at all
If you're gonna do it half hearted
Some of my homies is heartless
Real talk roll up your dearly departed
My mans brought a freak to the party
She saying my beats sound like Cardi's
If I'm sidelines I'm Lombardi
Coach behind the scenes
Young Landry
And whenever he at me
It's never action
Just clout off the promo
Like Zion I'm taking these shots to the rim
All that talk and that boy still a no show
It's not a jab
I call it how I see it
I'm writing a straight manifesto
And whenever I shoot
I aim for the head
So no point in you using a vest tho

Always talk out they jaw
Seldom say it with they chest tho
All my whips from overseas
Only impressed by a boatload
Stars on the roof
Suicide doors
Candy paint the exterior
Pulling two baddies same night
One of em keeps asking me
Me or her

That's not my girl
That's not my bae
On the gang you can have that
She said she can freak
And be for the streets
If I send through the cash app
I could cop a new lambo
But God knows I would crash that
Her panties be flooding with singles
And no lie she go acrobat
So I'm finna throw some
Catch me with my day ones
Your personal income
Isn't bread it's just breadcrumbs
And we hate when the feds come
Keep yo eyes on the back door
She said her eyes up here
Couldn't care less once them legs numb

I had to make it on my own
I had to crash and burn
I had to make it on my own
I had to live and learn
Stick with the blade
It's a cutter
Bounty on yo head
I'm a hunter
Kaya got hoes beefin' starting drama
Rubbers on me can't make her a mama
Commas increase when thots decrease
Beat is deceased
Shoes they ain't creased
Working neck grease
Paid till next week
You a pipsqueak
Love to critique
Ain't about that action
Love to retreat
And when yo girl pull up
It's a meet and greet
She a certified butcher
Love to beat meat
She gonna spit it up
And then she eat eat
Swallow my kids and then she repeat
Kick her to the curb for the two peat

That's not my girl
That's not my bae
On the gang you can have that
She said she can freak
And be for the streets
If I send through the cash app
I could cop a new lambo
But God knows I would crash that
Her panties be flooding with singles
And no lie she go acrobat
So I'm finna throw some
Catch me with my day ones
Your personal income
Isn't bread it's just breadcrumbs
And we hate when the feds come
Keep yo eyes on the back door
She said her eyes up here
Couldn't care less once them legs numb

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