Buttons lyrics

[Intro]
Wildchild
You know I ain't really gotta do no flexing, I don't really need to
sh*t, I'm still tryna figure out what I gotta prove to 'em
'Cause it definitely ain't none of them n*ggas and these hoes gon' choose
sh*t, your ho, my ho, whoever, b*tch n*gga

[Verse 1]
Is you living or you balling?
I don't even know what to call it
I just wanted it, I bought that sh*t
Go ask shawty, she'll tell you 'bout it
I send her back, keep your deposit
'Cause I ain't even thinking 'bout that b*tch
Oh, so now I'm lit?
Oh, so now I got 'em on my di*k and I ain't even got a hit?
Is it the Cubans? Make 'em gliss, the Percs and lean make me sick
Can't even lie, I need to dеtox, I can see it when I p*ss
Can't even liе, I need a vacay, this b*tch wanna trip
Say Jesus rose on the third day, on the fourth I took a sip
They hit the spot on Thursday, that sh*t f*cked up the year
Say if it land on a Friday, we gon' make it disappear like

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna pop a pill, she ask me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live, I told the b*tch this real life
Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup, yeah, that sh*t real ice
Sauce her up
f*ck it, take her, boss her up, it ain't nothing
I might not floss enough, but it ain't really cost me much, trust me, n*gga
Don't bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain't f*cking
How you want war with them young n*ggas and all they guns got buttons?
[Verse 2]
Okay, you know the Sprite muddy
You know the ice flooded
Now you know the price high, that sh*t gon' run you 'bout thirty
No, I can't pull up right now, crackers hot, it's still early
Quelo twenty-four hour chef, no matter what, he still serving
f*ck it, n*gga, we still swerving
It's been years, I'm still hurting
Don't think the pills working, we still lurking, tryna get him real worse
This b*tch a head doctor, but I think that I need a real nurse
We talking expensive pain, I'm wasting lean on my designer shirt
My brain say go to church, but I'm insane, I pop a Perc
On all these drugs with Q3, but if they swing, know we alert
sh*t in my veins and that's since birth
Go against the grain and that's a curse
Hot like propane and I'ma blow up, n*gga, if you don't put out the flame
n*ggas better cool me down

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna pop a pill, she ask me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live, I told the b*tch this real life
Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup, yeah, that sh*t real ice
Sauce her up
f*ck it, take her, boss her up, it ain't nothing
I might not floss enough, but it ain't really cost me much, trust me, n*gga
Don't bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain't f*cking
How you want war with them young n*ggas and all they guns got buttons?