Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Buttons, artist - Drakeo The Ruler. Date of issue: 15.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Buttons |
| Oh shit, nigga |
| Mhm |
| (Census, what you cookin'?) |
| This biz' internet money and that, I get lot of |
| Three-hundred fifty thousand up in jewelry, am I caught up? |
| Another eighty-thousand in the booth, you actin' starstruck |
| I hand out hundreds to my killers if I think my name was brought up |
| The Bentley double parked but we gon' wait 'cause you ain’t 'bout nothin' |
| The boy be bleedin' dead up on his block if he keep clout chasing Pump fakin' |
| 'bout nothing, none of my opps make it |
| You know my rank, when you see me, bitch, about face me |
| Niggas tried to press the button on me, I came out on top |
| Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could’ve bought a house |
| I went and dropped fifty, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps |
| If you ain’t getting no money, what is we talking 'bout? |
| Oh shit, nigga |
| They throwin' fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe |
| 'Cause if I have to get technical, I’ma chalk him out |
| Twelve Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house |
| Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, «What was that all about?» |
| Rudy he called, he said, he runnin' out of chalk |
| He must be stupid, told him, «Nigga, watch yo' mouth» |
| He might be right 'cause we used it on all the opps |
| Excuse my French, I mean used it on all the cops |
| You watchin' me, bitch, you need to go change the knob |
| Aborted babies, I’m leavin' 'em on her top |
| VV clarity, can’t see none of my watched |
| None of my opps on shit |
| All of my Glocks got sticks |
| Who said Glocks don’t jam? |
| He think he Macho Man |
| Turn him to taco man if he keep playin' with me |
| I know you layin' wit' her, I know you stayin' wit' her |
| We pull up at his mama' house, what type of shit he into? |
| Niggas tried to press the button on me, I came out on top |
| Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could’ve bought a house |
| I went and dropped fifty, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps |
| If you ain’t getting no money, what is we talking 'bout? |
| Shit, nigga |
| They throwin' fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe |
| 'Cause if I have to get technical, I’ma chalk him out |
| Twelve Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house |
| Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, «What was that all about?» |