[Butterfly]

Hey

Glide through the corner bout peace the hour

Slide twenty spaces to mate a life

Went to my place, ain't nothing rehearsed

You wind at the box and they playing my joint

Uh huh

Limped through the concrete, the hell we a buzz

Afros, cubatas and the round ball cuffing

They say, what's happening?

[Ladybug]

What's happening nigga?

[Butterfly]

The six fly honeys and the new bomb tape

Nothing but the baby cutting jazzy core

While they kick a butter flow where the fly shit be had

We the most

Ninety three million miles

And i kicked that on everything

Time for the countdown mec

Gimme the countdown

Word

Hey

Right on

Hey

Block, blocks and blocks

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