Gunz N Butter lyrics

Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree

And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me

They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this

I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust

They won't come murder me, Hercules

Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty

(Shut the fuck up!)

Gettin' guap before when I was fourteen

Glock was forty kick-kick

Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with

Problems copper hoppin' on me Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)

Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (word)

God was for me, locks was on me

Blew up ever since then (okay, okay)

Grew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then

Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)

Nah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie

Homies outta line, big homie

Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie

Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib

Found a Sig, what I did, what I did

Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie

I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie

For the love of spread, Mommas butter bread

Man I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?

What I-

Desi, FN, Ruger, Draco

Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos

Money, hoes and power, Draco

Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco

"Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games

I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang

But fuck dat, one of my young niggas'll take the charge

I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars"

Rocky, Rocky

Hold on, one second, bro

Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro

Rocky this is Hector, bro

We gotta hold on, one second, bro

There's an issue goin' on back here

Grandma was a Catholic, and mama was a Christian (woo)

My pop returned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison

(no cappin')

No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (woo)

They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business

These days I just practice all the good from all religion

So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim

So get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (fuck off)

Prayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK

AKA AK that you target

Not from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok

Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA

AR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state

Say your grace you better pray

Guns with the butter, guns for my brother

Came from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks

Razor box cutter, blade under gumma

Paint in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother

The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame

I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain

The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame

I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain

The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame

I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain

The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame

I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain

What's really butter?

The gun or the putter?

You hear me?

You understand what I'm sayin'?

What's really butter?

What's really butter?

What's really butter?

Guns, you can get that butter all day