Benny the Butcher and Armani Caesar - Buffalo Kitchen Club

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

They ain't fucking with Liz and The Butch (uh-huh)
I send the order, then nigga, you cooked
Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook
Would be a machine if rapped how I look
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 the 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 the minimum)
My nigga 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 (doot-doot)
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 (yeah)
I'm smoking on hoes like the chronic (uh)

Fuck y'all opinions, they weigh less than money
And they come from who ain't got no money (ain't got not 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 (first day)
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 R.8 from the R.S.
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 y'all topping well over
I done bought so much cartel yola
That they start treating us like shareholders
Niggas resent me 'cause they just a tier lower (just a tier)
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'
You know that what I'm here for
When they ask y'all who cleaned up the block (cleaned up the block, nigga?)
Say the Butch and Liz Claiborne (uh)

They ain't fucking with Liz and The Butch (uh-huh)
I send the order, then nigga, you cooked
Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook
Would be a machine if rapped how I look
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 the dick disappear, it's a miracle (woo)

(They ain't fucking with Liz and The Butch)

Written by:
Alan Maman, Jeremie Pennick, Joclynn Clyburn

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