Gunz N Butter

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Gunz N Butter

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Swingin’ by the tires leave (?)
And I heard (?) niggas hatin’ wanna murder me
They gon’ have to take me straight to Satan cause’ I’m blessin’ this
I fell a (?) I feel no stress
I built this (?)
(?)
Hercules

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Mama warned me pop was on me
Acid shorty (shut the f*** up)
Get get gettin’ guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty
Bounce your jaw for plottin’ on me

Hot bolognese grits with
Problems copper hoppin’ on me
Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)
Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury 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

Do-ups up ever since then
(Kill ‘em Flacko)
Nah 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 crip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)

Cock it homie
Now its in my pocket homie
R-Rock it homie
Dare you ni*** t-try try me homie

For the love of spread
I’mma butter bread
Man I prolly should be dead
Was it ‘cause of what I said?
What I

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
(?), (?) Ruger, draco
Euros, pounds and dollars, peso
Money, hoes and power, draco
I was riflin’, shotgunnin’, draco

[Sample: Juicy J]
Now can’t a ni*** see I ain’t got no time for games
I’m on this Hennessey and I’m quick to shoot dat thang
But f*** that one of my young niggas ’ill take tha charge
I’m stackin’ loot muthafuck lookin’ behind some bars

[Interlude: Hector Delgado]
Rocky Rocky
Hold on a second bro
Ha Rocky, it’s Hector bro
Rocky this is Hector bro
We gotta hold on one second bro
Theres an issue goin’ on back here

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Rambo was a cathy
And mama was a christian
My papa turned to muslim when he spent some time in prison (no caffeine)

No Jehova’s Witnesses but I’m from kinda different
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
F*** them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of every state
Say your grace you better pray

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky & Juicy J]
Guns with the butter
Guns for my brother
Came from the gutter
Cocaine in the buttocks

Raise a box cutter
Play on the (?)
Paint in the hummer
Skate wit’ your mother

(?)
She blow out the (?)
Might keep me some (?)
So I’m gettin’ pu***

(?)
She blow out the (?)
Might keep me some (?)
So I’m gettin’ pu***

(?)
She blow out the (?)
Might keep me some (?)
So I’m gettin’ pu***

(?)
She blow out the (?)
Might keep me some (?)
So I’m gettin’ pu***

[Outro]
What’s really butter?
The gun or the putter?
You hear me?
You understand what I’m sayin’?

What’s really butter?
What’s really butter?
What’s really butter?
Guns (?) get that butter