Butter In It

Lyrics

[Intro] Trrrrr- Heh, huh Just back boolin' in this bitch You know that, shit Tie it up then, nigga [Chorus] None of that bullshit faze me I'm only tied up in that real shit I don't even fuck with these niggas They broke on the low I know what the real spill is Trackhawk got so much work done 'til it cost more than your Cullinan (Heh) Bitch, I let my opp rock We took it out right on his other mans (Yeah) Double back, parked up In black nigga, we put that cutter in it (Trrra-) I can't smoke with aunty Cause she be puttin' that butter in it (Damn) [Verse 1] Raw dog, thick bit', real tall, ain't need no rubber in it (Yeah, yeah) I got tired of your bitch, nigga, I put your mother in it (Fuck you) Eliantte diamond hittin' so raw like the sun was in it (Yeah) Hit every shot out the extended clip like it was a drum in it She in pound town now, beat the pussy down, breathing like it got a lung in it (Beat it down) Ate the coochie, she was rollin' eyes, moanin' like she never had a tongue in it [Break] Man, fuck these bitches, real rap nigga got money, never been on a bill list Put that nigga on my kill list Got a Lego, that's a real switch (Trrrr-) Nigga tried tell me jailbreak, I ain't goin', it got a kill switch (Skrt) 380 in my boot, but the trunk still got a Kel-Tec (Bitch) In the coupe, drop the roof, off the boot like it's 2017 First time fucked a 30-year-old bitch, I prolly was like 16 Same year I was thuggin' big bloody with a Glock 17 (No bap) I don't like bitches that be sniffin' coke Oh, so we in the Medellín [Verse 2] Baby girl in the stu', she say she be drinkin' on some damn green I told that bitch that she need to go get a new plug and go get some better lean All of my diamonds from one nigga, I'on mix and match the Wafi with Pristine Bought the lil' hoe a new body, you still reminiscing about ya lil' ex-ting (Yeah) She reminisce about my dick and it wasn't een' my best stroke Rolling Loud pay me a million dollars and it wasn't een' my best show Been at the top of my head like a soldier, I'm thuggin', I look like ol' Metro I keep on stealing these nigga bitches, I swear that I just might be a klepto [Chorus] None of that bullshit faze me I'm only tied up in that real shit (Yeah) I don't even fuck with these niggas They broke on the low I know what the real spill is (No bap) Trackhawk got so much work done 'til it cost more than your Cullinan (Heh) Bitch, I let my opp rock We took it out right on his other mans Double back, parked up In black nigga, we put that cutter in it I can't smoke with aunty Cause she be puttin' that butter in it None of that bullshit faze me I'm only tied up in that real shit (Yeah) I don't even fuck with these niggas They broke on the low I know what the real spill is (No bap) Trackhawk got so much work done 'til it cost more than your Cullinan (Heh) Bitch, I let my opp rock We took it out right on his other mans Double back, parked up In black nigga, we put that cutter in it I can't smoke with aunty Cause she be puttin' that butter in it