R2 Button

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Sav killed it) [Chorus] Call of Duty-ass nigga ain't shot shit but an R2 button Bitch started askin' me for money, I'm finna switch the subject Twenty-one shots out this Glock, call it Tim Duncan My bitch mad at me, so today, I just bought her somethin' I ain't talkin' hair, I'm talkin' weed, I just bought a [?] I'ma shoot like that nigga James Harden off the fuckin' Thunder If she tell you she got a fuckin' boyfriend, you can't get her number Kids think I'm rich in my hood, they ask me for a hundred [Verse 1] If you get caught, don't snitch on your mans, bro, keep it a hundred Another clip taped to the Drac', this bitch hold a hundred If I rap about the shit, on my mama, nigga, I done done it His head fucked up, he went to court and told the world who done it I don't give a fuck, I get locked, I ain't sayin' nothin' I gave this bitch two hundred for some head, she a headhunter Nigga steady cappin' on a feature, gave him Al number Yeah, you shoot your gun, but you don't make it, JaVale McGee jumper You fucked up, you ain't gon' have no money 'til like next summer I ain't gon' lie, 2020 was my best summer This a Beecher nigga party, we got the Vez jumpin' He caught a headtap, now it's fat like a fuckin' pumpkin [Chorus] Call of Duty-ass nigga ain't shot shit but an R2 button Bitch started askin' me for money, I'm finna switch the subject Twenty-one shots out this Glock, call it Tim Duncan My bitch mad at me, so today, I just bought her somethin' I ain't talkin' hair, I'm talkin' weed, I just bought a [?] I'ma shoot like that nigga James Harden off the fuckin' Thunder If she tell you she got a fuckin' boyfriend, you can't get her number Kids think I'm rich in my hood, they ask me for a hundred [Verse 2] If you know you ain't never gave me shit, don't ask me nothin' I know we cool right now, but back in school, I smacked her brother Quit givin' rat hoes your cheese and stack your money I remember I wasn't makin' shit, now I rap for money I know my hands good, ask my hood, I'll scrap for money Lil' nigga dropped out of school, he wanna whack him somethin' High as hell off this Percocet tryna crack somethin' I knew dog was in a gang 'cause he stacked on me Nigga ain't have all the money, so I capped on him Before a nigga up strap on me, I up strap on him I ain't gotta ask Tee do he got it, he got strap on him The weed wasn't hittin' like shit, I put wax on it