Oliver Rothstein - Buddowski Lyrics

Then Top tier bars i can go beyond it
I seen surgery scars it felt off when I went behind it
Chartered flights out of Greece she turned freak She thought I was Giannis
Who knew on these beats I could be honest
When I was Pistol Pea in the street, on some days I was prone to violence
Now I write you in Couth, like I brought a stylist I put peach crescendo on a bed of biscotti I caught a pilot
I could score without it touching the floor I'm goran drajic
1000 Percs youll Run shit up quick, who wanted a sonic?
He needs a fix I'm in the whip on aramingo, turn in the sonic
He want consignment for the food, but he still Carried a balance
Put in work so I could skate when I move, I'll carry with balance
I use to think that I was destined to lose, till I turned up the pilot
Im turning one into two, they'll say God did it like Khalid
The lidocaine compressed it I'll cut like Lorena bobbitt
Ya favorite rapper fraudin he died being iconic
Had a thing for ratchet bitches in bonnets, who knew she could line it?
Caught him with his pants down, they went straight to safe in closet
But it was contractual paperwork, the label ain't make the deposit
That's why I'm married the streets, i dipped my ring in the fire like hobbit
I'll carry like froto
Plug said he having a sale, we can eat off the bogo
Hard press or the soft serve, I'm start callin my shit the froyo
When it drop in the pot and come back, got the fiends doing yo-yo
Make sure you masked and gloved, when you hearing this
When The recipe called for butter, I'll use a quarter stick
A pot filled with white gold, I'm Mr buttowisk

Louis the XIII I like the ice crushed
She Done threw up way too much I think her nights up
I ain't even get to f*ck just caught slight suck
Buttowski wit the pot just call it white luck