Lyrics Buffalo Kitchen Club - Armani Caesar , Benny The Butcher

Yeah, uh
Y'all know what the f- it is
Motherf- Liz and the motherf- Butch
Yeah

They ain't f- with Liz and the Butch (uh-huh)
I send the order, then n-, you cook (grrr)
Thought I had ones the way these b- shook
Would be a machine if I rapped how I look (hah)
So not your typical, this sh- is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical (uh-huh)
He like what he see in his visual
I make that d- disappear, it's a miracle (woo)

Sleeping on me, must be the f-
Killing you h-, take it literal (literal)
Shooting your shot at a b- like me
Gon' cost 'bout a milli' at minimal (at minimal)
My n- wear Creed and he hit it hard like Adonis
I leave him soaked and astonished (uh-huh)

My team on violence, we sweeping sh- like the plague
This sh- is getting bubonic
Balling my hobby, I'm getting rings like I'm Sonic
Your money must keep it platonic (y'all know)
A beauty and beast, how ironic
I'm smoking on h- like the chronic

F- y'all opinions, they weigh less than money
And they come from, who ain't got no money? (Ain't got no money)
Left mine in escrow and I never touch it (I don't touch that)
'Cause when Pac died, he ain't have a hunnid
Sold out a show with my first day in Europe
All that hate coming from home, I can't hear it (can't hear it)
'Fore we get a chance to hop out, these b- gon' stare in the rims like mirrors
I don't do auctions, I don't do Carmax, to the R8 from the RS (RS)
Our first date we had car s-, I put glass on the corner like car wrecks
Invite me in, I might bring a scale over, I feel y'all timing well over

I done bought so much cartel yola, that they start treatin' us like shareholders
N- resent me 'cause they just a tier lower (just a tier lower)
No sympathy, won't shed a tear for ya (I ain't cryin' for n-)
No weaknesses, I'm not a fear shower
I ate the p- up, got my little beard growing
.556s, look like we spear-throwin' (pew, pew, pew, pew)
You know that what I'm here for
When they ask y'all, who cleaned up the block? (Cleaned up the block)
Say the Butch and Liz Claiborne (ah)

They ain't f- with Liz and the Butch (uh-huh)
I send the order, then n-, you cook (grrr)
Thought I had ones the way these b- shook
Would be a machine if I rapped how I look (hah)
So not your typical, this sh- is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical (uh-huh)
He like what he see in his visual
I make that d- disappear, it's a miracle (woo)

Pew, pew, pew, pew
They ain't f- with Liz and the Butch