Butterfly Doors

Yeah, hello world, It's the boy

I be riding in my * town with my top off
Game has been absent from the soul now I'm the top dog
Kid's I know that's only 17 who smoke like Snoop Dogg
Tote it like they bishop & move it like a U-Haul
Menace to society, but I'm more like Caine though
* I'm like L-L, youngin with the kangol
Cop a whip and new chain now you like Django
They say we some new slaves not as bad as Ye though

I been on a new wave, drill like * in the UK
Yo these * really softer than some souffle
Sweeter than some Kool-aid, also they be two faced
But I could not give two *, not tomorrow or today

So I gotta keep my eyes focus on what's 'head of me
If my dogs stay loyal to me they gon get some pedigree
I need my pockets fat and also wifey thick as Heather V
Probably thick as Megan be, or holy as the heaven be
This some * you never seen I got bigger dreams
I'm as bad as a toddler with some silver teeth
I been stacking my dollars tryna get the cream
The chambers that I entered is some * that you ain't never seen

Make the shorties say Wu like ODB
Shame on a * if he thinking I ain't getting cream
Ain't had no silvers spoons now we on the TV Screen
Watching Martin till I doze off it was all a dream

I be on my own *, yeah * Super
Told 'em I'm a king now they say I'm Martin Reuther
Vanessa in my bed though, Love my Mister Cooper
Was a warrior now I'm bout to school ya
Boy I'm the gift that keep giving like Babushka
Won't stop until my pockets fatter than respusha
You (uh) * see you shinin wanna use ya
All up in ya party tryna be what Uncle Luke was
2 Live, * gotta strive some more
Look at yours & my life and see mine's allure
Mine's galore, I gotta praise God, my Lord

I ain't religious but he cover our lives, of course
Whether you X or praising allah of course
There some Elijah's that's gon come and just surprise you boy
It's just betrayal but Imma stay down for my *
Couple grams in the pocket ride around with my *
& shorty steady flocking cause she see I got a couple on
She just wanna love me she don't wanna be a couple no
Put your hands high for the Lamborghini double doors
Butterfly all up in the sky, let the gun explode



Credits
Writer(s): Reuben Vincent, Tyson Christopher Fredrick
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