Pi'erre Bourne - Butterfly

Yeah
Had to get my guap up, yeah
Hide in your house too (yo, Pi'erre), nigga with an attitude
That nigga a bull like Roland, we was in the hood last summer
I'm on the block with my bros, block too hot, we go home
Yeah, my VVs, they froze, Icebox that's home
If a nigga hate he broke, hey, he ain't got no dough
I rock Sossboy no Chrome, hey, purple heart's no clone
But my rin', yeah, is Chrome Heart, and Rollin' Stone, hey
And diamonds stone, hey, it keep me frozen (yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Smokin' on purple, with my gold Rollie
Smokin' on purple, rest in peace Kobe

For real, them niggas can't fuck with me, they lie
Make them all plays just like they ties, I got the bag, no credit line
Run through em' all, no finish line
I got my Rollie, can't waste my time
I'm gon' tax, but that's fine, I got racks, I got mines
Diamonds flash, diamonds shine
Make her dazzle, lemon-lime (yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
When I'm inside, don't come outside
When I'm inside, give her butterflies
And she love when I'm inside, and she love when I'm outside
Give her butterflies inside, yeah, she love when I'm inside

I run it up like a scratch-off, you niggas scared with the mask off
Five times just like the candy man, Rasta nigga like Beenie Man
These niggas really look up to me, so you will always be under me
I got the buzz like a bumblebee
I'm from the hood where the jungle be
These niggas mad 'cause I'm up now
Fuckin' with me it's two dubs now
Used to play "Midnight Club: DUB Edition"
Want a new car, no key in ignition
I just be chillin', my chain be chillin'
Like George Foreman these nigga be grillin'
We get money, yeah, to the ceilin'
My nigga Green Goblin, super villain
Check my beats, I got realer, nigga want beef but he chicken
Used to work at Zaxby's, stack my chicken
Travis Porter, yeah, I'm different
Black boy, white boy, we the same
I rock Sossboy with my gang
And still buy me weed from Jane
That shit hot, but it was flames

For real, them niggas can't fuck with me, they lie
Make them all plays just like they ties, I got the bag, no credit line
Run through em' all, no finish line
I got my Rollie, can't waste my time
I'm gon' tax, but that's fine, I got racks, I got mines
Diamonds flash, diamonds shine
Make her dazzle, lemon-lime (yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
When I'm inside, don't come outside
When I'm inside, give her butterflies
And she love when I'm inside, and she love when I'm inside
Give her butterflies inside, yeah, she love when I'm inside

I'm still motherfuckin' ballin' man
I can't get the fuck up
You udnerstand what I'm sayin'?
I don't understand what to do

Written by:
Jordan Timothy Jenks

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