Gold Plated Leica

Where he gon' go? We got the best, cheapest blow

Burning me, burn himself, 'cause this is how he feeds his own (how he feeds his own)

But bro, nothing's guaranteed 'til you're holding it

They couldn't find the blow so they just charged bro for some stolen shit (uh)

Them bikers beat that RICO down in Texas, no one snitched ('member?)

When everybody stand up that you mess with, no one sits

Came home, getting mine, did a bid and gripped a nine

I know these different times

But it's different when you whip the lines (it's different)

Sick and tired of seeing guys doing bids and die

But now it's like when friends go to war, you gotta pick a side (you gotta pick)

Live and die, the headrest fits a brick inside

I didn't drive (nah)

Just told your bitch, "Don't go over sixty-five" (don't go over sixty-five)

It's been a tricky ride

Money talk, bitches lie, switches fly (brrt)

Plug got cameras every twenty feet (every twenty feet)

Body count rises with the summer heat (summer heat)

Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat (simply doesn't eat, where you at?)

Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat (that's us, we got it)

Plug got cameras every twenty feet (every twenty feet, look around)

(Plug got cameras every twenty feet) you see 'em?

Body count rises with the summer heat (with the summer heat)

It's Big Butch, nigga, ah

I'm in my hood, super comfy, but what's your location? (Where the fuck you at?)

Most of these rappers can't go to the hoods they was raised in

And fuck rap, I got a dope line from Pittsburgh to Austin

Pay ten stacks for Game Four, Knicks versus Boston (ah)

Me and Kush comparing work, and I told him drop it (you gotta drop that)

I won't pick my phone up until I lock it (locking this, nigga)

Plug gave me ten joints and told me it's up (told me it's up)

It ain't even been a week and he blowing me up

I'm camera-shy, I'm only taking pics for the fans

Got paper cuts 'cause I can count a hundred quick with my hands (my bare hands)

Y'all pray for luck, but I be making bucks quick as I can

I left the game and felt like Sugar Ray switching my stands (brick in my hands)

Y'all go to war with the gang, your folks better help (The Butcher coming, nigga)

A hustler going live forever and dope sell itself (dope sell itself)

The mother load hit the track, we lock in three days (we lock in three days)

They put cameras in the kitchen to watch the replays (ESPN)

It's Butch

Plug got cameras every twenty feet (every twenty feet)

Body count rises with the summer heat (summer heat)

Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat (simply doesn't eat, where you at?)

Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat (that's us, we got it)

Plug got cameras every twenty feet (every twenty feet, look around)

(Plug got cameras every twenty feet) you see 'em?

Body count rises with the summer heat (with the summer heat)