Gunz N Butter
Wrist watch
No tik tok
Dame time
Im Rolly
Spaulding sweats
White hurraches and T
I'm so cozy
Clutch in the heat of the moment
RIP Kobe
Hit a nigga so hard
His mama feel it
Jody
Make me wipe ya bitch nose
Cuz the bitch was being nosy
She all in my business
Cuz she sick of being lonely
Talking bout she miss me
When she barely even know me
The way I played her to the left
I need a MF trophy
Doobie stuffer
Know the difference
Between guns and butter
Never trespass
Or go against my brother
Never throw dirt on ya name
Do Anything that's sucka
Crazy how you
Sell yo nigga out
For the right damn number
Clout chasing
And snitching
At an all time high
And I don't get
None of this shit
You people glorify
Who am I
Just a country ass
Nigga out of TN
Who don't believe
Shit that was heard
And only half of what he see
This for the niggas
Who knew me
Or better yet
Who done crossed
Ya still around then it's love
I'f not I'm glad
That ya lost me
Hard times made me cold
I sucked it up
Like a frosty
Now All these ho's
Tryna fuck
Did I hit ya bitch prolly
Kitchen be my only living
Bitch I'm grilling like hibachi
Flipping packs of that loud
Like a Muthafukking hobby
Underground profit
This da movement
O yea we be steady mobbing
Lay it down lay it down
This a aggravated robbery
Any false moves
Get you dearly departed
Take the weed and
Leave money bitch
Is you retarded
We get it N
Then get it gone
You would think
It was deported
Import it
Then export it
Export it
Get extorted
Nigga However you want it
I'm gone finish
If you start it
I remember
When a nigga use to be the brokest
But now
I go so hard
Like I'm working for a bonus
All I blow is bomb
I ain't talking about explosives
Feeling
Supercalafragalisticexpealadotious
No relation I smoke like
Calvin broadus
And cuz My eyes low don't think
That I ain't focused
Can't let this shit
Get the best of me
I know It's better days
To come
I know I gotta extra get it
So I'm up before the sun
I want me some gone get me some
Big profit give me my funds
I'm heavy forward
But backwards I'm NOT
Yeah
Bitch I need a TON
No tik tok
Dame time
Im Rolly
Spaulding sweats
White hurraches and T
I'm so cozy
Clutch in the heat of the moment
RIP Kobe
Hit a nigga so hard
His mama feel it
Jody
Make me wipe ya bitch nose
Cuz the bitch was being nosy
She all in my business
Cuz she sick of being lonely
Talking bout she miss me
When she barely even know me
The way I played her to the left
I need a MF trophy
Doobie stuffer
Know the difference
Between guns and butter
Never trespass
Or go against my brother
Never throw dirt on ya name
Do Anything that's sucka
Crazy how you
Sell yo nigga out
For the right damn number
Clout chasing
And snitching
At an all time high
And I don't get
None of this shit
You people glorify
Who am I
Just a country ass
Nigga out of TN
Who don't believe
Shit that was heard
And only half of what he see
This for the niggas
Who knew me
Or better yet
Who done crossed
Ya still around then it's love
I'f not I'm glad
That ya lost me
Hard times made me cold
I sucked it up
Like a frosty
Now All these ho's
Tryna fuck
Did I hit ya bitch prolly
Kitchen be my only living
Bitch I'm grilling like hibachi
Flipping packs of that loud
Like a Muthafukking hobby
Underground profit
This da movement
O yea we be steady mobbing
Lay it down lay it down
This a aggravated robbery
Any false moves
Get you dearly departed
Take the weed and
Leave money bitch
Is you retarded
We get it N
Then get it gone
You would think
It was deported
Import it
Then export it
Export it
Get extorted
Nigga However you want it
I'm gone finish
If you start it
I remember
When a nigga use to be the brokest
But now
I go so hard
Like I'm working for a bonus
All I blow is bomb
I ain't talking about explosives
Feeling
Supercalafragalisticexpealadotious
No relation I smoke like
Calvin broadus
And cuz My eyes low don't think
That I ain't focused
Can't let this shit
Get the best of me
I know It's better days
To come
I know I gotta extra get it
So I'm up before the sun
I want me some gone get me some
Big profit give me my funds
I'm heavy forward
But backwards I'm NOT
Yeah
Bitch I need a TON
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Writer(s): Martez Trice
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