Verse 1: Tekeo

Yuh

Aye

Yuh

Buffalo tuck and roll

Brothers they gotta go

Elsewhere, don’t care I don’t follow bro

I am just tryna make moves

Not for myself but I’m talking my crew

Even in death I know Rick always knew

I was so special but what could I do

With this abandonment

Cannot fit ever in small spaces

Or ever in a group

I feel amazing

I wanna hold you I know it’s dangerous

All of yo actions I see changing

Magic hearts go rearranging

Memories just up and faded

While my clique was getting raided

You know bro shit is crazy

Cuz when I grow oh i thank you

Gotta make progress for the wake up

Momma told me they can’t fade us

So I told them they can hate us

Fettuccine with Alfredo

Try to be me I’ll be famous

Now to tell you bout my latest fling

Young pussy killer who’s paid to sling

Now’s the time to write this slander

For those whities tryna banter

I'm feeling like a panther

I’ll do good on every chance a nigga get

Here’s your chance now to submit

I was moving like a kid but I’m not back home

I've been killing raps all day and that's my back bone

Verse 2: TRIANDRO

Copycat, weight all open

Plate be copping out, copper coating

I be coping with this Ibuprofen

I'll be hoping, I've been finely coping

I just poke it, I won't heal

Rusted thoughts and composite steel

Opposite to all my opposition

Off the kitchen powder pot tuition

Pop a pill i’m missing dopamine

Smoking kitchen pots or dope I mean

I be Malfoy, draco dungarees

Had a full plate but still so hungry

I'm a fiend, but if you are then we be friends

Each to own, the means to know the end

Breathe the code I never leave the land

Lend a hand, it eat your soul again

A can of Hannibal, cannibal handbag

Applicable, I handle the bandwa-

Gun inside my purse I handle that

Soul inside a skirt, don't overact

Grab your MAGA team, my magazines

Act a bladder scene, don't track the jeans

Haggle for some weed, I'm tryna rattle

Any nigga who came out to battle

Babble on in Babylon, a cattle prong

Be open arms in ambience, cause i be on

Full szechuan, the sesh gone, pack smoked

Childhood home be standing all on black smoke

Buffalo sauce and wings i'm on cash flow

Call yourself king but know that you whack hoe

Know that you whack hoe

I'm with it, know I smoke ganja

Half my words be written with dope palmer's

Jazz collection rare but there no Lana

Cop pull me over for a little marijuana

Bad bitch, with bad blood so calm her

Handle the sitch, with me it's just calmer

You so heartless, acting like you Dahmer

Well bitch I'm Scarver this is just some karma

Bitch

Huh

Fucker

Buffalo Sauce nigga