Lil Poppa – Buttons Lyrics

Buttons Lyrics by Lil Poppa

[Intro]
Wildchild
You know I ain’t really gotta do no flexing, I don’t really need to
Shit, I’m still tryna figure out what I gotta prove to ’em
‘Cause it definitely ain’t none of them niggas and these hoes gon’ choose
Shit, your ho, my ho, whoever, bitch nigga

[Verse 1]
Is you living or you balling?
I don’t even know what to call it
I just wanted it, I bought that shit
Go ask shawty, she’ll tell you ’bout it
I send her back, keep your deposit
‘Cause I ain’t even thinking ’bout that bitch
Oh, so now I’m lit?
Oh, so now I got ’em on my dick and I ain’t even got a hit?
Is it the Cubans? Make ’em gliss, the Percs and lean make me sick
Can’t even lie, I need to dеtox, I can see it when I piss
Can’t even liе, I need a vacay, this bitch wanna trip
Say Jesus rose on the third day, on the fourth I took a sip
They hit the spot on Thursday, that shit fucked up the year
Say if it land on a Friday, we gon’ make it disappear like

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna pop a pill, she ask me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live, I told the bitch this real life
Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup, yeah, that shit real ice
Sauce her up
Fuck it, take her, boss her up, it ain’t nothing
I might not floss enough, but it ain’t really cost me much, trust me, nigga
Don’t bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain’t fucking
How you want war with them young niggas and all they guns got buttons?

[Verse 2]
Okay, you know the Sprite muddy
You know the ice flooded
Now you know the price high, that shit gon’ run you ’bout thirty
No, I can’t pull up right now, crackers hot, it’s still early
Quelo twenty-four hour chef, no matter what, he still serving
Fuck it, nigga, we still swerving
It’s been years, I’m still hurting
Don’t think the pills working, we still lurking, tryna get him real worse
This bitch a head doctor, but I think that I need a real nurse
We talking expensive pain, I’m wasting lean on my designer shirt
My brain say go to church, but I’m insane, I pop a Perc
On all these drugs with Q3, but if they swing, know we alert
Shit in my veins and that’s since birth
Go against the grain and that’s a curse
Hot like propane and I’ma blow up, nigga, if you don’t put out the flame
Niggas better cool me down

[Chorus]
Shawty wanna pop a pill, she ask me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live, I told the bitch this real life
Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup, yeah, that shit real ice
Sauce her up
Fuck it, take her, boss her up, it ain’t nothing
I might not floss enough, but it ain’t really cost me much, trust me, nigga
Don’t bring all them hoes with you if all them hoes ain’t fucking
How you want war with them young niggas and all they guns got buttons?