A$AP Rocky – Gunz N Butter (feat. Juicy J) Lyrics

Gunz N Butter Lyrics By A$AP Rocky

Gunz N Butter Lyrics

  • Artist A$AP Rocky
  • Featured Juicy J
  • Title Gunz N Butter
  • Album TESTING

Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree
And I heard there's bouncin' **** 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, coppers 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)
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 **** 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 p-pocket, homie
I got r-rocket on me, dare you ****, tr-try me, homie
For the love of spread, Momma's 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 **** see I ain't got no time for games?
I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot that thang
But fuck that, one of my young ****'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, and mama was a Christian (Woo)
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-okay, 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 with 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

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