"Where's Butch? (Skit)" lyrics

You have reached the voicemail box of
Summertime Butch
He is not available
At the tone, please leave a message
Or you can find him outside
It's Summer 25

Yo Butch, pick up!
It's Mike Murphy, nigga!

Yo, you see this nigga B-Dot dropped another list?
And he got you in last place
Acting like he can't see you been putting belt to ass on these tracks for the last six summers
That's nasty work

I bet he opened his eyes when the light hit all that ice
In the meat cleaver medallion
And that Pyrex piece
But fuck all that

It's Summer 25 and the stakes is high for the hometown hero
But bro, you got the money counters so loud
You gonna end up on an FBI's watch list

But nah—when you came through in that white-on-white
Coke Run Rolls-Royce Drop Top Dawn
You got the block thinking you still got the Brick Specials with Intent to Sell

Cause we all know
The Buffalo Kid was Fuego with the Base
And kept a .38 Spesh to leave 'em Stabbed and Shot
If they demanding a Ransom

So I suggest all you subpar spitters
And lackluster lyricists
Tuck in those 10-karat, middle-of-the-mall kiosk Cubans

Cause it's 90 outside
Ain't a cloud in the sky
And the Butcher's coming, nigga

You can find him outside
Griselda