Butter In It lyrics

[Intro]
Trrrrr-
Heh, huh
Just back boolin' in this b*tch
You know that, sh*t
Tie it up then n*gga

[Chorus]
None of that bullsh*t phase me
I'm only tied up in that real sh*t
I don't even f*ck with these n*ggas
They broke on the low
I know what the real spill is
Trackhawk got so much work done till it cost more than your Cullinan (Heh)
b*tch I let my opp rock
We took it out right on his other mans (Yeah)
Double back, parked up
In black n*gga, 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 b*tch, n*gga I put your mother in it (f*ck 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 pus*y 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 f*ck these b*tches, real rap n*gga got money never been on a bill list
Put that n*gga on my kill list
Got a lego that's a real switch (Trrrr-)
n*gga 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 (b*tch)
In the coupe, drop the roof, off the boot like it's 2017
First time f*cked a 30 year old b*tch, I prolly was like 16
Same year I was thuggin' big bloody with a Glock 17 (No Bap)
I don't like b*tches that be sniffin' coke
Oh, so we in the Medellín

[Verse 2]
Baby girl, in the stu she say she be drinking on some damn green
I told that b*tch that she need to go get a new plug and go get some better lean”
All of my diamonds from one n*gga, 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 di*k 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 n*gga b*tches I swear that I just might be a klepto

[Chorus]
None of that bullsh*t phase me
I'm only tied up in that real sh*t (Yeah)
I don't even f*ck with these n*ggas
They broke on the low
I know what the real spill is (No Bap)
Trackhawk got so much work done till it cost more than your Cullinan (Heh)
b*tch I let my opp rock
We took it out right on his other mans
Double back, parked up
In black n*gga, we put that cutter in it
I can't smoke with aunty
Cause she be puttin' that butter in it
None of that bullsh*t phase me
I'm only tied up in that real sh*t (Yeah)
I don't even f*ck with these n*ggas
They broke on the low
I know what the real spill is (No Bap)
Trackhawk got so much work done till it cost more than your Cullinan (Heh)
b*tch I let my opp rock
We took it out right on his other mans
Double back, parked up
In black n*gga, we put that cutter in it
I can't smoke with aunty
Cause she be puttin' that butter in it