R2 Button lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Chorus]
Call of Duty-ass n*gga ain't shot sh*t but an R2 button
b*tch started askin' me for money, I'm finna switch the subject
Twenty-one shots out this Glock, call it Tim Duncan
My b*tch 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 n*gga James Harden off the f*ckin' Thunder
If she tell you she got a f*ckin' 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 b*tch hold a hundred
If I rap about the sh*t, on my mama, n*gga, I done done it
His head f*cked up, he went to court and told the world who done it
I don't give a f*ck, I get locked, I ain't sayin' nothin'
I gave this b*tch two hundred for some head, she a headhunter
n*gga steady cappin' on a feature, gave him Al number
Yeah, you shoot your gun, but you don't make it, JaVale McGee jumper
You f*cked 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 n*gga party, we got the Vez jumpin'
He caught a headtap, now it's fat like a f*ckin' pumpkin
[Chorus]
Call of Duty-ass n*gga ain't shot sh*t but an R2 button
b*tch started askin' me for money, I'm finna switch the subject
Twenty-one shots out this Glock, call it Tim Duncan
My b*tch 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 n*gga James Harden off the f*ckin' Thunder
If she tell you she got a f*ckin' 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 sh*t, 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' sh*t, now I rap for money
I know my hands good, ask my hood, I'll scrap for money
Lil' n*gga 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
n*gga ain't have all the money, so I capped on him
Before a n*gga 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 sh*t, I put wax on it