Buttons Songtext
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-uh, yeah-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah-uh, yeah
What up, bitch?
She weird, I might bust, then dip
All my t-shirts cotton, bitch
All these Glocks got buttons, bitch
Sweet codeine with sour shit
Son, I'll blow that roof out, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah-uh, yeah-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah-uh, yeah
What up, bitch?
She weird, I might bust, then dip
All my t-shirts cotton, bitch
All these Glocks got buttons, bitch
Sweet codeine with sour shit
Son, I'll blow that roof out, bitch
Extra change when we got rich
Them young niggas tryna go shoot out shit
I'm with the pill poppin', bitch
And I'm still robbin', bitch
Rockin', rockin', and I'm still solid, bitch
And I'm still countin', at this point I should wild out, bitch
Damn, we pull up, Batman type shit, she pull up on time, I pipe it
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop-out, I might grrah, I'll flock you
Uh, bad bitch, unforgettable, thick as hell
Ms. Incredible, story tell, she a victim for L
I'm with my college professor with all of these racks in the motherfuckin' bank
She on her get-to-the-money-and-lie-at-these-niggas, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' a skank
Get the fuck out of my bubble, the bitch kinda trouble, but I wanna—, hey
She watchin' face from the crib like the ho got a Hubble in there so I'm runnin' away
Runnin' and jump to the money, I'm smokin' too much, but I'm tryna feel funny as fuck
Yeah, I get too high on my own supply, it was never a sign, I was runnin' it up
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah-uh, yeah-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah-uh, yeah
What up, bitch?
She weird, I might bust, then dip
All my t-shirts cotton, bitch
All these Glocks got buttons, bitch
Sweet codeine with sour shit
Son, I'll blow that roof out, bitch
Extra change when we got rich
Them young niggas tryna go shoot out shit
I'm with the pill poppin', bitch
And I'm still robbin', bitch
Rockin', rockin', and I'm still solid, bitch
And I'm still countin', at this point I should wild out, bitch
Damn, we pull up, Batman type shit, she pull up on time, I pipe it
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop-out, I might grrah, I'll flock you
All my t-shirts cotton, bitch
All these Glocks got buttons, bitch
Sweet codeine with sour shit
Son, I'll blow that roof out, bitch
Extra change when we got rich
Them young niggas tryna go shoot out shit
I'm with the pill poppin', bitch
And I'm still robbin', bitch
Rockin', rockin', and I'm still solid, bitch
And I'm still countin', at this point I should wild out, bitch
Damn, we pull up, Batman type shit, she pull up on time, I pipe it
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop-out, I might grrah, I'll flock you
Them young niggas tryna go shoot out shit
I'm with the pill poppin', bitch
And I'm still robbin', bitch
Rockin', rockin', and I'm still solid, bitch
And I'm still countin', at this point I should wild out, bitch
Damn, we pull up, Batman type shit, she pull up on time, I pipe it
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop-out, I might grrah, I'll flock you
Uh, bad bitch, unforgettable, thick as hell
Ms. Incredible, story tell, she a victim for L
I'm with my college professor with all of these racks in the motherfuckin' bank
She on her get-to-the-money-and-lie-at-these-niggas, I'm thinkin' 'bout wifin' a skank
Get the fuck out of my bubble, the bitch kinda trouble, but I wanna—, hey
She watchin' face from the crib like the ho got a Hubble in there so I'm runnin' away
Runnin' and jump to the money, I'm smokin' too much, but I'm tryna feel funny as fuck
Yeah, I get too high on my own supply, it was never a sign, I was runnin' it up
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah-uh, yeah-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah-uh, yeah
What up, bitch?
She weird, I might bust, then dip
All my t-shirts cotton, bitch
All these Glocks got buttons, bitch
Sweet codeine with sour shit
Son, I'll blow that roof out, bitch
Extra change when we got rich
Them young niggas tryna go shoot out shit
I'm with the pill poppin', bitch
And I'm still robbin', bitch
Rockin', rockin', and I'm still solid, bitch
And I'm still countin', at this point I should wild out, bitch
Damn, we pull up, Batman type shit, she pull up on time, I pipe it
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop-out, I might grrah, I'll flock you
All my t-shirts cotton, bitch
All these Glocks got buttons, bitch
Sweet codeine with sour shit
Son, I'll blow that roof out, bitch
Extra change when we got rich
Them young niggas tryna go shoot out shit
I'm with the pill poppin', bitch
And I'm still robbin', bitch
Rockin', rockin', and I'm still solid, bitch
And I'm still countin', at this point I should wild out, bitch
Damn, we pull up, Batman type shit, she pull up on time, I pipe it
I pull up, I bring my pipe in
Pop-out, I might grrah, I'll flock you
