Butterflies

I got butterflies baby I ain't talking bout no bees
But she ain't budging I'll do anything to get her on her knees
And hopefully I flip the script so bitches hold the coat for me
No I ain't mean to make em sick it ain't no hold the cold from me
Yeah
I got butterflies baby I ain't talking bout no bees
But she ain't budging I'll do anything to get her on her knees
And hopefully I flip the script so bitches hold the coat for me
No I ain't mean to make em sick it ain't no hold the cold from me

Hey
I got butterflies
Put a gun up to your homie tellin him he gonna die
Options now he switching teams he tellin me he gonna ride
Call up hella bitches cop some tree you know we gonna slide
Pray to god that you don't come out
I got her hands up in the air just like I pulled a gun out
My finger stuck up in her hair we fuckin till the sun out
You gonna push me to the limit know my stamina gone run out
Raining when I'm coming home and damnit I just spun out
I don't know what imma do with all this money in the bag
You know it's fuck about a label and it's fuck about a tag
And look its dinner on the table but I'm busy busting mags
As soon as I had cop the draco when I came up from them rags
Know I keep it on me swear to god you never catch me lacking
Call ya homies we exchanging then we get to cracking
A couple shots up with the hammer damn it get to jacking
I shoot the rim just like a fool who posted up on Shaqtin
You can tell just by my word play I'm getting clever
I drop the competition off me just like Cronk when he had pulled the lever
Me and the Peter in the land I really like to call the Never
Put the cheekage on me this the best that I could ever
I ain't sending in no messages or letter
Super glad you think your good at least you know that I be getting better
Yeah I see you drip and drown at least you know Im getting wetter
Know I'm mixing up the cheeses gouda parmesan and cheddar
That bitch playing volleyball and so I know that she a setter
Know you messing with a freak and so I know that she a let her
Got me grinning to my cheek go get the salt and get the pepper
I ain't fuck her in a week and yeah she turn me to a beggar
Damn I'm trippin off the shrooms got me feeling like I'm mega
Introduce you to the homies this is Sony this is Sega
Yeah we linking at the crib with many people like it's Mecca
Now we in a Full House I'm taking DJ and Rebecca

I got butterflies baby I ain't talking bout no bees
But she ain't budging I'll do anything to get her on her knees
And hopefully I flip the script so bitches hold the coat for me
No I ain't mean to make em sick it ain't no hold the cold from me
Yeah
I got butterflies baby I ain't talking bout no bees
But she ain't budging I'll do anything to get her on her knees
And hopefully I flip the script so bitches hold the coat for me
No I ain't mean to make em sick it ain't no hold the cold from me

No explanation I ain't giving reason
I got betrayed just like a bitch who had committed treason
I light it up with every blunt it comes another season
I fill my lungs with every breath but I can't stop the wheezing
I know the pic already taken I can't stop the cheesing
Life will give me lemons making ade I never stop the squeezing
You know the teacher grading A I never stop the pleasing
I swear to god she want a student never stop the teasing
I don't believe it never taken notes
I ain't even study for the test
And so I'm spraying my cologne and then I'm putting on a vest
As soon as I walk into class she gonna see that I'm the best
She gonna give me all the answers I don't need a second guess
I really hope that you can keep up
You slowing down I get the boom to bat and bring the beat up
Im always telling biddy just relax and put your feet up
I swear to god my cats is moving weight it's like a cheetah
I know that I protect the pussy bitches call me PETA
I know that I'm protecting all the rookies like a leader
I can't believe she taken dick her hands up on the heater
And I can't believe you gave it up but I don't want it either
Guessed that I would meet the goal but I'm a underachiever
Yeah I thought I was golden guess I'm not a retriever
Yeah it's taken and it's stolen guess I'm not a keeper
I pop a molly and I'm rollin twitching like a tweaker
I just keep on going making different potions in a beaker
Can't you see it's snowing coke will keep on bumping on the speakers
Heard a couple shots and then I get to running like a streaker
Must've been the fucking money like the check up on my sneakers
Like to keep a open mind like philosophical teachers
I take a tab and then I'm meeting astronomical creatures
I can't believe it's bringing out all my impossible features
And I'm still getting butterflies from out in the bleachers
I'm gone
I'm gone
I'm gone



Credits
Writer(s): Collin Bertch
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