Buttons Lyrics

Tell me why I gotta move on a fast pace?

I was just living broke, striking deals like yesterday

If they on the pave chilling then you standing in the way

Watching bread fly by like we selling what we make

Telling all my shooters they can lower their K's

But they always on - like a lock on the safe

Press the wrong buttons, set it off in this place

Niggas don't want beef, all vegan as their base

Two poles on guard call them North, South

When one goes up, shit comes all down

Say the wrong things you'll be bleeped out

Four quarters in a week, that's a whole pound

Tell them funny ass niggas we don't joke around

They can chill where they at, call it study lounge

We don't sit where we at, we stand our fucking ground

Commas up to the sky, we going heaven bound

Everything bananas, banana ice on bread

Bank is closed, talk to the hand instead

Always on heat, hot temper, hot head

Got them writing down notes but I ain't no lead

Kama sutra, what would you do in bed?

Jump on that shit, smack it hard 'til it's red

Talk dirty to me like that shit you said"Put that blicky on the nightstand and put it to his head"