Mr. Button lyrics

[Intro]
(Yes, Jayco)
Come here, come here
It's Buttonland
It's button, it's button
What you—
Goofy sh*t
He be sayin' goofy sh*t

[Verse]
I been f*cked his b*tch, he mad, his lil' ass tender (Uh)
Ain't worried 'bout opps, I'm on that bag tryna get richer (Tryna get richer, uh)
I had to leave my old b*tch in the past, my new b*tch hella thicker (She hella thicker)
I got block hoes runnin' in and out the store, stealin' my b*tch Lululemon (Lululemon)
Lil Scoom got a b*tch, you trippin'
We see an opp, bail out, we blitzin' (Come here, come here)
I got a habit of killin'
Bail out with switch and give him a whippin' (Grr)
Late night on a hit, tryna catch him a victim (A victim)
I ain't goin' back 'cause I'm tired of that system (Tired of that system)
My pockets be fat, blue strips in my denim (In my denim)
You hang with them n*ggas, you dyin' right with 'em (You dyin' right with 'em)
Nightmares over East, I'm feelin' like Freddy Krueger (Lil' Freddy Krueger)
n*ggas don't play, I'm little as hell with Drac', but scary like I'm Chucky (Scary like I'm Chucky)
We all bounced out, he got away, his ass was lucky (Come here, come here)
Drunk-ass b*tch, get out my face, ain't tryna talk, your ass ain't nothin' (Your ass ain't nothin')
di*k-ride Jeff right after he died, talkin' 'bout your brother (Like that's your brother)
Glock with a button blowin' like butter (Grr)
When this b*tch spit, better take cover (Better take cover)
Damn, I'm mad, his b*tch was in my bed off Percs and I ain't f*ck her (Man, I ain't f*ck her)
I be tweakin' with them tweakers, they steal blood, but I ain't no cutter (I ain't no cutter)
Hold the Draco on my shoulders
I was young, but I got older
Rest in peace my fallen soldiers
Your heart cold, but my sh*t colder
High-speed chase, ain't pullin' over (Skrrt)
If he fall, then we stand over him
Mike Amiri, ain't Fashion Nova
Was dissin' on Live, now he on a poster (Grr)