Truffle Butter (remix)

(Verse) If it ain’t about the plan Don’t ask about Wayne and Birdman They going through some shit you could neva afford or understand That’s my muthafuckin’ fam Teach me how to ball, Jordan Jackson on jam If I ain’t the wittiest, grittiest In the city of pitiless Threw the prettiest, shittiest In the viddy, but really miss To my city I’m Diddy I’m Vanilli to my milli I swear I been on them titties Since I got off them titty Bring the duffle to Gudda Tell em truffle the butter It's in the trunk with yo mother She try to scuffle, then cut her Didn’t hear from you, Cory Some of them wanted you under Because they scared of you, Cory They want no trouble, no wonder Then free my nigga Meek Milly Told em stay out in Philly I violate my probation So he teach me how to wheelie In the BX with billies I’m with GS in Harlem I got the PS 90 Ya want a piece of the problem I go to me for advice I’ll leave you astray I got the bracelets from David, Eliott Did the Ring Thank you for the watch And thank you for the chain They be runnin’ to cops I can’t give you the names But nigga… (you know) (Verse 2) Everything I turn up and go I be killin’ shit like y’all ain’t neva heard it befo I write the murderous flow I go to ___________________(?) Told me stay on yo shit And then blow you out like you winnin' Meet a mountain of women They know I’m out on the sinnin’ I had to (?) and replenish Then get the down at beginnin’ I fuck all ‘em feelings I got some powerful friends Accountants and business They shut you down independent When on grind, I admit it Niggas sound like ya finished I’m makin’ shit at me mix Shut ya down don’t need clearance Cuz I’ll run you in circles Get it from Universal I’m on fo’ Henny and (?) This ain’t none of the purple If you fuck with any yay and money up the refferal Will leave his ass Richard Gere stuck with a gerbil Free my niggas (**laughing**) Middle fingers up to the turtles With a bad Triny gyal And I’m suckin’ her solo I ain’t neva had clam but I’m luvin’ her pearl Niggas act like they in luv with everything but their girl If you fight fo’ love you’ll end up die fo’ this shit Ask around, I’d prolly sold a .45 where you live Nigga, I’ll knock the cable out of yo kid Yo kid out of the cradle, the cradle outta yo crib I’ll swing a blade from yo fuckin’ navel side of yo ribs Been all, and my niggas got it like Dibs Yeah! I’ll make a fuckin’ move y’at em I’ll take a nigga’s girl pussy, make an Uzi out her Ah! (Hook) Ya know! (I’m on the Snoop shit, they tryna bring the Boozie out em) (It ain’t nothin’ but a 187 when I catch ya muthafucka nigga) Ya know! (Aight, that’s it! That’s it, cous’! We out, bruh!)