BUTTERFLIES

[Intro]
I still get butterflies, yeah

[Verse 1]
I still get butterflies
You can tell I ain't been the same since my brother died
I know a nigga that'll blow you down for a four of Wock'
I know a nigga that say he real, but he for sure is not
Yeah, diamonds on my wrist
I got diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my bitch
I got diamonds on my hand and I got a stick (Yeah)
Please don't jump in my DM if it's 'bout a bitch
What the fuck is that?
That's your bitch tryna suck me, she just sent a text
Tell them boys if they gon' come, they better come correct
My young niggas play with choppers and I got the F
What the fuck is that?
Got so many chains on, I can't hold my neck
It's always money on them books 'causе I know he'll step (Yeah)
And why thеse niggas say my name if they ain't talkin' facts?
If you ain't gon' keep it real, why say my name at all?
Don't put my name next to no clown 'cause I am not involved
Could take an L and bounce back, yeah, I could shake it off
If she ain't tryna give no head, then tell her take a walk

[Chorus]
Yeah, I guess I'm too legit
I like running bands up and bro like shootin' shit
You do whatever for these hoes, that shit ain't makin' sense
These niggas worried 'bout a like, I'm tryna take a risk
Yeah, I cannot complain
My bitch be mad I'm outside, I been up for some days
Bitch, I'm focused on this bag, I'm tryna make it shake
Let my cousin out them gates, I pray they make a way

[Verse 2]
Yeah, she know I'm too exclusive
Bitch, come over right now, I'm tryna make a movie
Do that funny shit again and that's where you gon' lose me
Damn, I'm 'posed to be a rapper, I'm in a car with shooters
Racks can't fit inside my pocket, so it's in a bag
Crazy that I'm havin' shit I never thought to have
Bitch, I got it out the mud, why these niggas mad?
They gon' think corona over, bro forgot his mask
Yeah, getting money, that's my habit
I can really turn a bad bitch into a savage
I can really work the AMG inside of traffic
I can really see the real bitch inside a rapper
Too much instigating
They be all up on my page, they be Insta' hating (Nigga)
I heard they came and took your foreign, you wasn't makin' payments
Same niggas laughin' now, they gon' be cryin' later

[Chorus]
Yeah, I guess I'm too legit
I like running bands up and bro like shootin' shit
You do whatever for these hoes, that shit ain't makin' sense
These niggas worried 'bout a like, I'm tryna take a risk
Yeah, I cannot complain
My bitch be mad I'm outside, I been up for some days
Bitch, I'm focused on this bag, I'm tryna make it shake
Let my cousin out them gates, I pray they make a way