
Button ft. RoadRunna448 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
If I up my switch, I'ma get a hit You try to send a bitch, I'ma send a hit
Just got that drop, this nigga tend to dick Rappin' on the gram, you ain't gon' shoot shit
Ayy, bitch-ass nigga, ain't gon' do shit Ayy, want that hair tie, I hit for clutchin
Ayy, I'm fast, nigga, can't dump my button In the trap with the pounds, but it ain't no friend
Ayy, I'm fast, niggas ain't gettin' no money Ayy, be down the block, you go to church on Sunday
Ayy, be down the block, in the trap, sellin' onions And I'm bitch, can't dump my chop, we runnin
Bitch, ayy, okay, yeah I'm in the trap with a brick and a hunnid
Both tryna get rich, yeah Fuck in the op, nigga, be in my head
And I hold up the switch, yeah Got a lil' dub on my neck
Watch what I do to my wrist, yeah I'm jumpin' the pad, I got my foot, yo, bitch
Off white shades and they match with the kicks Ayy, fuckin' it, can't dump my F.E
Ayy, I'm fam, but it ain't no friend I be high as hell, I'm perky, T
Ayy, stay on that line, we gon' spin that block And if my switch, then I'm be back with chop
Ayy, bitch-ass nigga, you ain't know I Ayy, real love creep, love the shit out the eye
Ayy, real free, bitch, you gon' come back with drop Ayy, bitch, dope when we come through
Ayy, real bitch, I got kill like Kung Fu My land, the grass, same place as my do
Ayy, shit off the whip, my shit off the home crew Ayy, boy tryna run, but you can't hide
Ayy, big-ass 40, got hit in his eye In the trap with P's, they call those Z's
Gang, ayy And if I up my switch, I'ma get him hit
You try to send a bitch, I'ma send a hit Just got that drop, this nigga tend to dick
Rappin' on the gram, you ain't gon' shoot shit Ayy, bitch-ass nigga, ain't gon' do shit
Ayy, one-tap, hair-tie, I'm here for clutching Ayy, opp-ass nigga, can't dub my button
In the trap with the pounds, but it ain't no friend
And the opp-ass niggas ain't gettin' no money Ayy, be down the block, you gon' church on something
Ayy, be down the block, in the trap, sellin' onions
And I, bitch, can't dub my chop, we runnin
Ayy, bitch, ayy