Take ‘Em Out Lyrics
Material, razor, plate
You see your profit rising
Still learnin’ the algorithms and monetizing
Not condoning the mumble rap and the harmonizing
Forefathers of rap, I’m apologizing
Been quiet ain’t nobody really droppin’
A couple funerals’ll get the city back poppin’
A nine on the dope will get the city back coppin’
If you see me in the club I got the pretty black Glock in
Yeah, so don’t get too feisty
Cuz I’ll throw the stocking over to Pooh Sheisty
My best advice to you is move lightly
Cuz they already on your heels you’re too icy
On you
All tough guys play the bathroom
They lookin’ for fire I put the gas to em
Bullshittin’ while I’m tryin’ to talk to cash to em
Especially since the corner’s the new classroom
Congratulations, jail or death is graduation
It all really depends on your infatuations
This is D-boy penmanship
Brunch with the plug, seebass, spinach dip
Yeah, real intimate
Cigar and a glass of vino, big business shit
Fuck friends, only hear Butcher if you talkin’ cash
I pull up close like I got a handicapped parking pass
You broke walkin’ ass
I broke off a half, then sold it before a show
With my coke talkin’ ass
My dialect all paper
I ball like Walt Disney crossed with Walt Frazier
With Goyard wallpaper
N***** singin’ melodies, no tellin’ these
Fans like stop, unless you Griselda me
The Butcher coming n****
From Buffalo where the hammers and the bullets is cheap
And the beef don’t ever rest til you put it to sleep
It’s Butch
Yo
You done fucked with the wrong one, but it’s all good
Bust out the wrong gun, cause it’s all wood
Life is like a box of chocolate, covered in shit
It’s like they never seem to warn you of how scary it gets
See I try to understand why n***** do the things they do
Say the things they say
Move the way they move
Drink the way they drink
Chew the way they chew
I just bought a hommy and the bullet is the proof
See this the shit that make the party hot
Shit that make your body drop
Shit that make your body shake
Prolly get you mollywhopped
Sim Simma who got the keys to my Beamer
Pretty face, slim waist, ass fatter than Selena
Dark girl, real tall, break necks, have you seen her?
When I make them meet the
Like he a cannabis eater
You know what to do with me
Frontin’ like you cool with me
Trickin’ n*****, robbin’ n*****
This ain’t nothin’ new to me
Man, you’s a bitch
Come around with the same shit
On the same corner
With the same drip
It’s really fuckin’ up my nerves, cause I’m trying to understand
How you lookin’ in that mirror and believe that you’re a man
See this the shit that make your party hot
Shit that make your body drop
Shit that make your body shake
The shit that get you mollywhopped
Bring em out dead
Shot em in the head
Three, four
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Damn
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
New York man