Butch Jones

Lyrics

[Intro] (Marc Boomin, this you?) What up, lil' nigga? I mean old nigga I see you wake up, look in the mirror You think you me But you can't be me, lil' nigga Hey, hey, hey [Verse 1] Greyhound state, tryna dodge the canine I got four hundred pills in my waistline I pray to God that this be a safe ride 'Cause we got across three state lines Sixteen-hour bus ride, huh, straight to A Town Why when we get to Tennessee, the bus break down? Man, fuck I gotta wait now? I told the driver, "Man, you fuckin' up my pape' now" Talkin' to myself like, "Lonnie, calm down" Boy, you forgot that you fed bound But you knew a nigga touched down Right to my nigga Clay house I just made a play on Peachtree Nigga wanted sixty pills, man, I gave him fifty-three Man, this nigga was so fuckin' sweet But if he call back, huh, then I'm eatin' him Met a nigga at the G, he from Zone 3 He said, "Where you from?", I said, "From the D" He told me straight up, he can't do no business with me He say you Detroit niggas commit robberies [Chrous] We the new YBI, think of Butch Jones Hop out, beat your ass with my d dong Two-tone Samsung, this the money phone Young nigga with an onion roll [Verse 2] On the interstate tryna dodge the state troops I-69 so hush straight to the red roofs You can't hit the road with me if you scared, fool Scared money don't make no fuckin' revenue Hit the Meijers lookin' like I attend the nearest school Talkin' to the clerk, his name Regenald Ask a nigga, huh, what's your schedule? Is you tryna make a band or two? Huh, he like, "Nigga, what I gotta do?" I told him just let me slide a card or two And let my nigga Mase Bands come through He let us try fifty of 'em, man, I'm scared of you Hey, then we split the pros I really wanna go home, he wanna swipe some more Huh, I told him, bro, we gotta send the hoes Man, we movin' wrong, we ain't gon' last too long [Chrous] We the new YBI, think of Butch Jones Hop out, beat your ass with my d dong Two-tone Samsung, this the money phone Young nigga with an onion roll We the new YBI like Butch Jones Huh, hey, Butch Jones [Verse 3] More time to your town Detroit nigga flood your city with them pounds Hey, more time to your town Detroit nigga hit a country town and tear it down More time to your town Detroit nigga, yeah, he got white and brown Hey