Butter Knives lyrics

[Kung-fu sample]
They say he's a swordsman
They say he's a swordsman

[Intro]
Back to that fly sh*t, Silicone Valley good sh*t, right here, boy
More money on this rhyme right here, boy
Take y'all back to the front of the motherf*ckin' 1-6-Ooh sh*t
Yo, lord, that first Wu sh*t
You know what it is, it's that motherf*ckin'
Special made, high powered, special made forces
What up what up what up, a-yo, a-yo

[Verse 1]
Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young n*gga
Smack flames at him, no gun neither
Leave him with a bump, what the f*ck
("They say he's a swordsman") Get that little, n*gga
Who give a f*ck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman, I run from nothing
Chain came from rent days and pumping
YSL with velours on, drawers is colorful
I do this, forever n*gga, raw style
Lighting Phillies, fly by willies, can't come through
Unless your vehicle three hundred chain, silly
Laying in the park with the killers, 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 ain't got a gun on
High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on
Drinking with the best of the hustling
[Hook]
I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
All my n*ggas old school robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
Fila approaches, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
Can't come through with cedar toasters
It's going down, only in the town
Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment

[Verse 2]
Flying shooters, eyewear rugers
Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students
Cocaine cops they know him ("They say he's a swordsman") You already know that, man
Diamonded 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 sh*t, where ya weapon?
Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons
Back of the building, with the jammers
Live well, eat well, Welcome to the Terrordome, sleep well
Who don't like beef? 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 ("They say he's a swordsman")
[Hook]
I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
All my n*ggas old school robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
Fila approaches, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
Can't come through with cedar toasters
It's going down, only in the town
Your heart get tested, and gunplay is only an investment

[Outro]
Get down, Lord!
They say he's a swordsman!