Butterfly Cypher

[Chorus: Trashi]
Big balling in the flower field
Blue butterflies on my neck, they protect me like a shield
That pussy nigga want smoke, then he know what's the deal
Big butterfly doors and you know them hoes is fucking teal
I give shorty a hundred bands so she know I'm real
I'm feeling like I'm Michael Myers I come for the kill
I'm feeling like I'm Cindy Lou Who, trappin' out WhoVille
Bitch you know we royalty, you niggas better kneel

[Verse 1: Trashi]
I pulled up to the function with my satchel bag
Shorty want a coupe, I told her rob the fucking sack
I'm feeling like I'm Goku, I'mma turn you into ash
Thеse blue tracers sеnd yo ass to class, hoping that you pass
You niggas want smoke but you can't handle the heat
I'mma email you a receipt for your fucking misery
Your / bars are weak like vegan meat
Your shorty want a piece of me
But I am not an offering
You niggas mad cause y'all not profiting
Big - Butterfly doors, you is a whore, I don't want you no more
Please go back in the store and don't be mean to the door, put a hole in the floor, It's a GLOCK in my drawer
Sike!
I got some niggas who will leave you done for and they got court
Hit you in your core
Heaven is not no tour
The coupe, no rental
I keep the guwap, no pesos
Pull off is shorty say so
Snapping like I was Thanos
You bums is really so lame though
Butterflies keep passing by my window
Sike, the homies chilling with the bankroll

[Verse 2: KiLLDiLLY]
Ouu, Yeah, Aye, aye!
Drip on your bitch like I'm a water faucet
Took too many Xanax , I think I might vomit
That bitch too fine, yeah I think she flawless
Diamond, won't cut you if you're cautious
Flying, in the coupe, I'm never parking
She crying because of all this gossip
Lying: so she can get all in my wallet
Bitches hatin
I don't care tho, bitch, I'm swerving
Lurking, why you on page? Bitch I'm curving
Nervous, that bitch she a dime, pussy perfect
Searching for the bitch who not gone leave me hurting

[Verse 3: WhoIsKID!]
Aye, yeah this that vool shit
Came up in this shit and end up spitting fire like," Oh shit!"
Not talking MIGOS but my diamonds really Offset
Got so much drip on my fit , I'm wearing fucking faucets
Hey it's K-I-D !
I'm really right where I should be
Kill beats like a track feign
Fucking up like STDs
I know you see my TV but I'm not even tripping
Call me Shotty with the Scotty cause I barely piped it
And I made it out, on god, It don't matter what they say
I don't really got no friends
All them other ones is fake
I'm just tryna do my part
Writing this shit from the heart
Manifesting with this shit and it really came out the dark, Word!

[Verse 4: InWintr!]
F-F-F-Fucking yo bitch in the kitchen
Whipping it up and I flip it
Most of you niggas is shitty
I get the racks, I don't split em
This nigga pussy, not talking no kitten
Wit my niggas and I'm up on a mission
Always hit, no ,I ain't never missing
VVs and you know that they glisten
Balling on em and I feel like a Piston
Moving fast, yeah, I feel like an engine
Big gas, what the fuck is an incense ?
Boring ass nigga, he just like a (?)
Bullet in yo body, it look like an indent
Walk in the stu and I walk with Margiela
Don't fuck with that nigga, dont fuck with the (?)
Walk in yo city, I know the bank teller
She said that she wet, gave her umbrella
Beat his ass, we don't do acapella
Don't fuck with the opposition, got me fed up
That nigga broke, told him to get his bread up
I keep on going, I don't ever never let up
Started at the bottom , I had to get up
She loving my fit, she loving my (?)
She calling my phone but I don't have a (?)
He sending me music, I don't want your shit bruh

[Verse 5: Thermo]
They call us 9/11 cause we blowing up
Pistol talking all that damn mess but they ain't showing up
Big bank, taking lil bank, you ain't show enough
Got the Nerf on me, call me Toys-R-Us
Say he gone do this but he ain't do enough
Say he got a gun but he don't even clutch
Say he choppa but he ain't gone bust
I don't wanna talk, nigga, no discuss
Forget all of the hating
Niggas, they be talking on my name but they really be faking
Nobody yo friend, these niggas be snaking
Call these hoes Baldie, cause they really be basic

[Verse 6: whyhaze]
Fuck a bitch, fuck a trick, fuck a snitch
You get kicked
He was talking hella crazy, we gone pull up with the sticks
Couple shots to his leg, now he walking with a limp
You got played, you're a simp
Bitch
Bitches all up on me
How come I got em, but I still feel lonely
She said that she love me but I tell that bitch," No please."
I don't need no love cause I always got my homies. (x2)

[Verse 7: zromimi]
First off: you been sipping syrup while I been serving cough
You ain't even with that, how can I call you an opp?
I been getting rackies, going straight to the top!
I been doing it nonstop and the flow I always swap
And your girl she really like it so she come into my place
Heard she want a lil taste
And I got a lil glockie and I'll put it to yo face
And I'm feeling like Tay-K cause I been up in this race
You know me, I gotta go
Got these shooters strapped with poles
Feel like vamp, I got these flows
Being cautious on my toes
Ain't my brother, you my foe
Feel like Sosa, I'mma Glo
I got these racks, I got this dough

[Verse 8: killmichy]
Michy? He been trapping, I beat yo bitch from the back end
And I got the bread, I'm stacking, Lil michy, he never lacking
And I came in with the macking
It's lil Michy swag they jacking
I'm not talking bout the rapper but I walk in with the MAC-10
And she feel in love with me, I hate her once I beat her back in
She a white girl, brought the crack in
My whip is black and it's not cracking
I'm tryna play my goddamn cards so I threw the fucking jack in
Ever sense that I started, I look like bought it, I'm getting these plays like a bar
I pull off in the whip and I got ya lil bitch and you know that it's push to start
Sorry Lil baby, I cannot answer the call
You dissing then yo body gone fall
And if you wanna fight, lil boy we can brawl
But you better know that my liner draws

[Verse 9: Trashi (Ivallios)]
All tha-All tha- All tha- All the homies back in the place
Butterfly cypher?
You other niggas really lame
We get cash, bags and riches, we is not the same
We straight glossing like we was a fucking window pane, aye
And we getting paid, aye
Cash to the face, aye
The money way too high, we never fucking fade
We never fucking fade. (x5)