Burnin' Butane (feat. L I L' G)

My blood is burnin' butane Look at this mess that you made Never want to see you again I wish I could forget your name My blood is burnin' butane Now for me you know it's automatic Niggas don't want the static I'm flippin' rhymes in the booth goin' acrobatic Yeah, I'm a danger to these niggas, I be causin' panic So much butane in my veins, they think I'm satanic But I be chillin' homie, just don't set me off I'm a lot of things, but I'm never soft Cookin' with Ash and Dakota that's a triple threat Put us to task to go make a smash, that's a bet Tried to snipe from behind Crossed the line, crossed my mind Couldn't ride, so you died Homicide or suicide? Truth be told, you were never mine Why would I be surprised? I don't need you by my side You've got me stoked, now I'm on fire First thing's first, you're the worst I can't take you to the top, I'll leave you in the dirt Leave you down under like the city of Perth Where you can go and flirt with the scum of the Earth Meanwhile, I'm trying to work My blood is burnin' butane Look at this mess that you made Never want to see you again I wish I could forget your name My blood is burnin' butane All these brutes waning, won't come step up to bat, man Talkin' about robbin', don't mess with DC like that, man I'm built like a badger, down to earth but will still tear you up Five foot six but this lil' man still can size you up Talk about my mother, sister, any of these other women Insult them in their DM's when they don't want what's in your denim Try to force a finger, press a pill, or to coerce them And I'll have to get my shotty pumpin' like a piston Said you goin' crazy? Well I'm out here going Norman Bates The soundtrack to my slaughter is Duel of the Fates Bitch we the greats, you others gettin' replaced If you swervin' out your lane, we gon' make you pump ya brakes I promise, you couldn't f*ck wit us if you tried If anybody told you could, they fuckin' lied Done with all the nonsense I'ma count the profits Passion burnin' bright so none of you can ever stop this, nah My blood is burnin' butane Look at this mess that you made Never want to see you again I wish I could forget your name My blood is burnin' butane My blood is burnin' butane Look at this mess that you made Never want to see you again I wish I could forget your name Ash Matthews, Dakota Cook, and the L-I-L apostrophe G My blood is burnin' butane Tried to snipe from behind Crossed the line, crossed my mind Look at this mess that you made Couldn't ride, so you died Homicide or suicide?