Butter

Listen to the words, that I speak clear

I don't even smoke, just drink beer

I don't have a firearm, I keep near

But he catch a fade when a nigga wanna feel fear

And I just walked my ass to work

White collar, buttoned up shirt

Gas gallons six bucks per

Don't hear you talking, you pussy niggas purr

Need me a bitch who gon fuck on the first

No I ain't packin ain't need me a hearse

All them in L.A. they movin that work

U she gon smile and me she gon twerk

N she just like butter

Throw dat bih right to the side get another

And I'm here by myself still got brothers

Ain't no secret wyb under covers

I just moved to L.A, nigga

Why these bitches all hate, nigga

Why these niggas all fake, niggas

And they slept on Ky, now they all late nigga

Really knew I'd land on the west

And I rep the one on the chest

And we gettin rid of the pests

Don't stand out, nigga, fit in with the rest

Why my shoes on tight head screwed on right?

Ask who this guy bitch, who's in lines?

The one from the top no guns, only pops

When's $lazzy gon drop? Hoes come for the drop

What you askin' for? Don't need no more

Don't want these hoes, ain't rich, ain't poor

White bitch use bronzer, her family proper

Used a topper, need us a concert

Like butter, I make a lotta money

Bad bitch wanna fuck, she a honey

And I stack up that shit in the bed

And bad bitch wanna pull up she top hit the ceiling

I talk about Robitussin cause I'm sippin

Bad bitches pullin' up in the Civic

Never in last yea, I'm always in first

Shawty gon' work it, she work for a Birkin

Laughin' out loud, cause you think you deserve it

You came out of nowhere, like, what is your purpose

Sippin' on codeine, it feel like I'm drownin

Give me a crown, I'm a king with this shit

Hey, make a lot of money, get paid

Make a lot of money, get paid

Bad bitch shakin' that ass in a circle

Told the lil' bae, you lookin' amazing

And we smokin' that reefer, we stankin

Beat her so cold, like, I need me a blanket

I'ma go sip on my drink, I'ma pull off with that money

Skirt off to the race, laughin' my ass to the bank

Shawty, she all on her knees, and my dick in her face

Her ass, yeah, it bounce with the bass

Shawty, she for the shit, she been around every day

Say, fuck you, cause I'm gettin' paid

Ain't send her no deal to produce it, these bitches be fake

I'm over here chillin' with gang

You ran out of words, you don't know what the fuck you gon' say

Hey, your shawty is callin' me bae

She in love with the music I make

She beggin, she askin' me to stay

But I don't give a fuck what you say