Button

We ain't playin' games, but this gun it got a button
Ian fuckin' with that boy he a turd I had to flush em

And these boys be playin' tough fuck that shit I know they bluffin
And they know that I got reach so why they act like I can't touch em
Broski in the back with a Glock and a ski mask
So if you try to run and trip I bet them shells gon' hit your ass

And I see a lot of envy cause I'm fuckin' with the bag
But if you try to hit this crib I bet this night gon' be your last
Bet this night gon' be your last, because I lay up with the drac
This bitch blow my phone for za i told her 40 for tha 8th

Now she madder than a bitch because I sold her ass some shake
and Tell your boyfriend watch his mouth before I blam him in his face
Ian seen no rap checks I'm hittin' licks like fuck a back end
Have your BMs send me pictures of your safe so I can crack in

This bitch ask if that's my dick bitch is you stupid thats the mac 10
They keep askin' bout some(no free clout)is you stupid we done passed them
We ain't playin' games but this 19 got a switch
Plenty hoes up in the sea so why you cryin' bout a bitch

Same ones that share they clothes same ones that might just switch
So I don't trust shit in this world but my granny and the stick
Broski in the back with a AR and a mask
So if you try to run away I bet your whole shit finna splat

Couldnt turn on my brother I can never be a rat
So if you try to turn on me I bet I shoot you in your back
How the fuck we in a race you pussy boys could never pass
Man let's see whos hoe this is I put my name up on her ass cheek

Mixed the wok with sangria goddamn I'm feelin' classy
I thought you said that was ya hoe I'm in her phone as daddy
I thought you said that was your hoe she on my phone tryna hook up
I be walkin' on this bitch call me chef the way I cook up

Tryna turn me to a pack don't need a strap you need some good luck
My bag gettin big as hell it's in the crib doin push ups



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Writer(s): Robbie Slagle
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