Buffalo Kitchen Club lyrics

[Intro: Armani Caesar]
Yeah, uh
Y'all know what the f*ck it is
Motherf*cking Liz and the motherf*cking Butch
Yeah

[Chorus: Armani Caesar]
They ain't f*cking with Liz and The Butch (Uh-huh)
I send the order, then n*gga, you cook (Grr)
Thought I had ones the way these b*tches shook
Would be a machine if I rapped how I look (Hah)
So not your typical, this sh*t is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical (Uh huh)
He like what he see in his visual
I make that di*k disappear, it's a miracle (Woo)

[Verse 1: Armani Caesar]
Sleeping on me, must be the fentanyl
Killing you hoes, take it literal (Literal)
Shooting your shot at a b*tch like me
Gon' cost 'bout a milli' at minimal (At minimal)
My n*gga wеar Creed and he hit it hard like Adonis
I leavе him soaked and astonished (Uh-huh)
My team on violence, we sweeping sh*t like the plague
This sh*t 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 hoes like the chronic
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
f*ck 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*tches 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 sex, I put glass on the corner like car wrecks
Invite me in, I might bring a scale over, I feel like y'all timing well over
I done bought so much cartel yola, that they start treatin' us like shareholders
n*ggas 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*ggas)
No weaknesses, I'm not a fear shower
I ate the pus*y up, got my little beard growing
Five five-sixes, 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)

[Chorus: Armani Caesar]
They ain't f*cking with Liz and The Butch (Uh-huh)
I send the order, then n*gga, you cook (Grr)
Thought I had ones the way these b*tches shook
Would be a machine if I rapped how I look (Hah)
So not your typical, this sh*t is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical (Uh huh)
He like what he see in his visual
I make that di*k disappear, it's a miracle (Woo)
[Outro: Benny the Butcher & Armani Caesar]
Pew, pew, pew, pew
They ain't f*cking with Liz and the Butch