Guns & Butter

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse: Joey Fatts] I got my foot up in the game and then I stepped on their neck Down to die bout it, Cut throat it's respect When my brothers went to jail I went and bought me a tec To protect myself from all this beef I just now inherited You ain't popping shit my nigga, you on some scary shit A grown man acting like a bitch, that boy Tyler Perry-ing Fred Perry APC, my nigga where the Beretta is Swear these niggas can't see me, it's like they reading in braille and shit Bleedin' the block, fast beat in the pot Brand new Perpetual watch No tick, niggas want me to stop No bitch it's just me and my Glock Bitch I'm a fiend for the guap And I'm mean with the shot like Horry when he watching the clock Check my status, boy I been a savage (If niggas wanted status) Sent your LP to the county, I was letting niggas have it I wake up in the morning, take a knee, and then I pray Thank god for letting me paper chase another day I'm up and on my way, I grab my strap up out the safe I just beat a case, they screaming won't go back, I feel like Ma$e Stars up in that Wraith feel like you outerspace Just giving thanks we came a long way from section 8 My first check I spent a hundred K on a hundred K's More money, more problems, but I ain't worried boy I'm straight Live from the gutter, just guns and that butter [Outro]