Button Up Lyrics

We're with White Grease today
Fuck the fire, we got grease

I wanna go to LA, live in a hills
I want a million hundred-dollar bills
I ain't tryna bargain with a nigga, but the chopper will
This bitch got a supercharger on it, it'll pop a wheelie
My young dog call me geek, he just got busy
J pulled up on me by himself with a pop with him
Mike pulled up in a 'Cat with a Glock with him
Tay pulled up, he had a couple THOTs with him
He got shot, need to take him to the hospital
Told her don't use her teeth on the D like a Popsicle
I'm drinkin' codeine while I pop Skittles
I only put a four in here 'cause the pop little
He left with his mans, came back and he was not with them
He pulled up with some niggas to the hood and got shot with 'em
Love Amiri jeans 'cause I put a lot in 'em
Two hundred racks all blues, this shit not little
If you drink some lean with me, I'll rock with you
I was tryna spare your bitch ass, I did not miss you
I could've shot you in your motherfuckin' head
Don't call my phone 'less you got some Tuss or got some red
Or some Actavis
I did four years in prison, I ain't ask for shit
It's when I re-up, ain't gotta wreck the bitch
If she give me weird vibes, I'ma whack the bitch
I can't trust shit

If I don't take that blue pill, I might nut quick
I still got that one pretty bitch on my fuck list
I fuck with Wayne, but I'll never rock no Trukfit
Pop a 'Zac, then beat the fuck out of a drunk bitch
I played this shit cool, now I'm back up on that one shit
Overkill, I'ma shoot this bitch 'til the gun click (Hmm)
You can't enter in my crib without a thumb print
Bitch can't get no kiss, I can't imagine where your tongue been
Matter of fact, bitch, let me see that phone, I want your one friend
Brand-new pistol on my waistline cost me one band
Unless she gon' fuck my brother, this a one-man
I flew my bitch to the Bahamas for a sun tan
I'm tryna tell you, it ain't too many niggas that can fuck with us
She gotta know the beef real, we drop a hundred plus
Her head was kinda decent, so I gave her ass a hundred bucks
I gave my dog a million-dollar plan and he fucked it up (Hmm)
Shout out my nigga T, we goin' up and up
This 'Cat got a thousand horsepower, better buckle up
How I put the guns down and beat ass, nigga, knuckle up (Hmm)
I got a million-dollar plan, nigga, huddle up

He was loose at the lips, so we shut him up
Had a hundred grams of straight drop, so I cut it up
Me and Mike back-to-back Lam' chops cuttin' up
Today I'm ridin' with a okay, I put the button up
I think I gotta go to court, I need a button-up
Baby girl ass too fat, she need butt reduction
Every time I made two hundred K, I took a hundred
I spend this lil' shit every day, it ain't nothin' but money
Shit, it ain't nothin' but paper
I just text the drank man, I need a fuckin' favor
If I give you five hundred dollars now, is we fuckin' later?
He had some dog shit, but I pulled up with something greater

I got a five years in the feds, I know a nigga got five for touchin' babies
I sold a lil' dope, he a fuckin' rapist
My white boy on some bullshit, he a fuckin' racist