Gunz N Butter (feat. Juicy J)

Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree
 And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me
 They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this
 I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust
 They won't come murder me, Hercules
 Mama warned me pop was on me as a shorty
 (Shut the fuck up!)
 Get-gettin' guap before when I was fourteen
 Glock was forty kick-kick
 Box ya jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with
 Problems copper hoppin' on me cheese from government-ment (What that mean?)
 Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (Word)
 God was for me, locks was on me
 Blew up ever since then (Okay, okay)
 Grew up ever since then, screwed up ever since then
 Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko)
 Nah, big homie, took my time but now, big homie
 Homies outta line, big homie
 Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie
 Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib
 Found a Sig, what I did, what I did
 Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie
 I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie
 For the love of spread, Mommas butter bread
 Man, I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said?
 What I-
 Desi, FN, Ruger, Draco
 Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos
 Money, hoes and power, Draco
 Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco
 "Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games
 I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang
 But fuck that, one of my young niggas'll take the charge
 I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars"
 Rocky, Rocky
 Hold on, one second, bro
 Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro
 Rocky this is Hector, bro
 We gotta hold on, one second, bro
 There's an issue goin' on back here
 Grandma was a Catholic (Woo), and mama was a Christian
 My papa turned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison
 (No cappin')
 No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (Woo)
 They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business
 These days I just practice all the good from all religion
 So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim
 So get up off my YKK, the President a a-hole (Fuck off)
 Prayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK
 AKA AK that you target
 Not from Target but from Walmart, then it's a-ok
 Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA
 AR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state
 Say your grace you better pray
 Guns with the butter, guns for my brother
 Came from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks
 Razor box cutter, blade under gumma
 Gang in the Hummer, skate wit' your mother
 The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame
 I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain
 The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame
 I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain
 The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame
 I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain
 The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame
 I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain
 What's really butter?
 The gun or the butter?
 You hear me?
 You understand what I'm sayin'?
 What's really butter?
 What's really butter?
 What's really butter?
 Guns, you can get that butter all day