Butter.Atl (Instrumental)

(Briggs made this one)

It's the return

Ain't nobody messin' with a brother named Luda

No matter how hard you try

Top 5 dead or alive

Look in my eyes realize I ain't tellin' no lies

I came in the game

With a chip on my shoulder had to brush it off

A couple million dollars' worth of drip

But I'm cut from a different cloth

Tell my competition lay low

I'm in the booth and over my head you can see a halo

Why am I the best? 'Cause I say so

Every record, every plaque, every win

'Cause this is my everyday flow

Put a crown on the man with the mic in his hand

From Atlanta because there'll never be another

Ludacris spreadin' my gift like Jif

And I'm stuck in ya grill like peanut butter

I'm on

Ice givin' me the chills

Drank, I never let it spill

Mouth wide, how it feel?

Let me see ya show your grill

Let me see ya show your grill

Let me see ya show your grill

Hit the block, new wheels

Let me see ya show your grill

Ice givin' me the chills

Drank, I never let it spill

Mouth wide, how it feel?

Let me see ya show your grill

Let me see ya show your grill

Let me see ya show your grill

Hit the block, new wheels

Let me see ya show your grill

Luda's R-rated reincarnated

Back with the crew and we all faded

Sippin' somethin while we money chasin'

Medicatin' celebratin'

Cause we all we made it out the hood

Leather wood ridin' in somethin' foreign

Lift the door and then pop the hood

Speakers bumpin' watch me pop the trunk

Life is short a hustler gotta stunt

Life is short a hustler got a ball

If it ain't about money, don't take the call

But I'll walk in a store put a bag on the floor

And tell the manager that I want it all