M.T.B.T.T.F.

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

No confessions, questions, we contestin'

Fireworks'll send a message, iridescent

Slow him down like Robitussin, if you rush in

At your door when we address him, we gon' bless him

Tried to bring him, shoulda left him, learned my lesson

Poker faces keep 'em guessin', no expression

Ice dressing on my chest and leave impression

What's a Testarossa if you don't test 'em?

Ain't your bitch unless you joystick undress 'em

My presence, your plеasure

Peasants, he's prеssure

I been knee deep, ki deep

We at ZZ's, me and Lee Lee

Get you fronted for the summer so easy

The snow alone, fill up a mobile home

My nigga's name ring like mobile phones and no one's home

White back to back Rolls at my gates

White slavemaster souls in my safe

White python Manolo is the taste

She want a Mike Tyson blow to the face

Twist and turn, these guns blitz and burn

Too many flip and turn, had to get rich to learn Uh

The Bezos of the nasal, that's case closed

Got a team full of J. Bo's on they toes

Niggas measly, cheap as Riesling

Believe me

I can tell because your bitches look needy

[Chorus: Pusha T]

She want Mike Tyson blow to the face

Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate

Half price when the blow's in the crates means

More ice for the Mo's and the Ace

Made a million off a flow to the nase

Niggas saying that it won't just a phase

911 Turbo with the glaze

Top dollars poking holes in the case

[Verse 2: Malice]

All you keyboard killers in your feelings

Mad you ain't trending

Mad, got you trickin' on your women

Mad I don't hit 'em, I just spin 'em

Gunning and I'm grinning

In a Bugatti in my denim

This is the result of my vision

React with precision

But God only knows my intention

But selling dope is a religion

The hammer's in position

I can show niggas the difference

You niggas is screenwriters, we dream writers

Took change and touched chains like King Midas

Imitation is flattery, they seem like us

But only 300 bricks can make you Leonidas

My old plug asked the new plug to reunite us

D class in my ears now let me see you bite it

She want Mike Tyson blow to the face

I'm talkin' '96 Hov with the base

[Chorus: Pusha T]

She want Mike Tyson blow to the face

Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate

Half price when the blow's in the crates means

More ice for the Mo's and the Ace

Made a million off a flow to the nase

Niggas saying that it won't just a phase

911 Turbo with the glaze

Top dollars poking holes in the case