​Boi JPEGMAFIA (Ft. Butch Dawson)

[Intro: Butch Dawson]
Psh, psh, ayy-yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Ayy, whoa, uh
Persiano Gallery
Ayy, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ayy, yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Butch Dawson]
Look me in my face, won't you?
Look me in my eyes, won't you?
You ain't feelin' great, are you?
In that case then, I don't want you, ayy, uh

[Verse 1: Butch Dawson]
Uh, look at me, streets been glad at me
Gratitude, givin' the love been fantastic
Attitude vivid, I run and y'all panic
Can run with the rough, you niggas is plastic
Hustle backwards, a bad factor
In fact, I track a chapter from great times, you had it
Girbaud, an iced-out colorful canvas
S class, finesse fast, double my cashes
So and so, and dust to ashes
Funeral fit clean death, check the fabric
I come quick like some neck with talent
Pump the vehic', spark a wood to Three-Six
I'm in a league of my own
Breathe on a bead, I'ma leave it alone (Alone)
Lil' old me, get the fees, and he gone
Believe I've been readin' it wrong