Butter Knives

They say hes a swordsman
Back to that fly shit, Silicone Valley good shit, right here, boy

More money on this rhyme right here, boy

Take yall back to the front of the muthafucking 1-6-Ooh shit

Yo, lord, that first Wu shit

You know what it is, its that muthafucking

Special made, high powered, special made forces
What up what up what up, aiyo, aiyo

Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young nigga
Smack flames at him, no gun neither

Leave him with a bump, what the fuck

say hes a

Who give a fuck if hes a swordsman, Im a gunman, I run from nothing

Chain came from rent days and pumping

Wire cell with valors on, drawers is colorful
I do this, forever nigga, raw style
Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, cant come through
Unless your vehicle three hundred chain, silly

Laying in the park with the killas, the coupes, the villains

No rims, we just ball for the millions

The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome
Get your throne rushed, and I aint got a gun on
High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on

Drinking with the best of the hustling

I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times

All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters

Cant come through with cedar toasters
Its going down, only in the town
Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment

Flying shooters, eyewear rugers

Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students
Cocaine cops they know him say hes a

You already know that, man

Diamoned up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7
Back to the Hill in a second, yeah

Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet
Stay cool, I got shit, where ya weapon?
Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons

Back of the building, with the jammers

Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terror-dome, sleep well
Who dont like beefing? Keep shells

I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart

Play parts of this in detail

Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down

Pop up on spots and vanished say hes a
I got butter knives, like you got butter knives

Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times

All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do

I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles

Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters

Cant come through with cedar toasters
Its going down, only in the town

Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment
Get down, Lord!
say hes a