Mr. Button

(Yes, Jayco)
Come here, come here
It's Button land
It's button, it's button
What you -
Goofy shit
He be sayin' goofy shit

I've been fucked his bitch, 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 bitch in the past, my new bitch hella thicker (she hella thicker)
I got block hoes runnin' in and out the store, stealin' my bitch Lululemon (Lululemon)

Lil' Scoom got a bitch, you're trippin'
We see an opp, bail out, we're blitzin' (come here, come here)
I got a habit of killin', bail out with switch and give him a whippin'
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 niggas, you're dyin' right with 'em (you're dyin' right with 'em)
Nightmares over East, I'm feelin' like Freddy Krueger (Lil' Freddy Krueger)

Niggas 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 bitch, get out my face, ain't tryna talk

Your ass ain't nothin' (your ass ain't nothin')
Dick-ride Jeff right after he died, talkin' 'bout your brother (like that's your brother)
Glock with a button blowin' like butter
When this bitch spit, better take cover (better take cover)

Damn, I'm mad, his bitch was in my bed
Off Percs and I ain't fuck her (man, I ain't fuck 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 shit colder

High-speed chase, ain't pullin' over
If he fall, then we stand over him
Mike Amiri, ain't Fashion Nova
Was dissin' on Live, now he's on a poster