Lyrics Guns & Butter - Joey Fatts

Guns & Butter

I got my foot up in the game and then I stepped on their neck
Down to die bout it, Cut throat it’s respect
When my brothers went to jail I went and bought me a tec
To protect myself from all this beef I just now inherited
You ain’t popping shit my nigga, you on some scary shit
A grown man acting like a bitch, that boy Tyler Perry-ing
Fred Perry APC, my nigga where the Beretta is
Swear these niggas can’t see me, it’s like they reading in braille and shit
Bleedin' the block, fast beat in the pot
Brand new Perpetual watch
No tick, niggas want me to stop
No bitch it’s just me and my Glock
Bitch I’m a fiend for the guap
And I’m mean with the shot like Horry when he watching the clock
Check my status, boy I been a savage
(If niggas wanted status)
Sent your LP to the county, I was letting niggas have it
I wake up in the morning, take a knee, and then I pray
Thank god for letting me paper chase another day
I’m up and on my way, I grab my strap up out the safe
I just beat a case, they screaming won’t go back, I feel like Ma$e
Stars up in that Wraith feel like you outerspace
Just giving thanks we came a long way from section 8
My first check I spent a hundred K on a hundred K’s
More money, more problems, but I ain’t worried boy I’m straight
Live from the gutter, just guns and that butter