Lyrics Butane - Warm Brew

Butane

I watch the signs
Watch the seasons
Watch these fools change
In front of your eyes
Niggas get wiped off the food chain
Hope for my demise
But it’s only gon' bring you pain
Running around blind boy
Now watch me blow up
Butane
I’m off with the squad, got a whip off the lot
Out the window like Pac, man I know
If awful distraught, I just pick up and call
Say let’s split us bottle I’m on
Seen a lot of problems, chips like Estrada
All we after since our mamas
Put us in position to reverse our situations
Hella zeros with the commas
I know what I want, big ol' chunk of the pie making our stars align
Shots in the dark start to land so the plan is to cut out all malign
My cousin still playing in the streets I’m worried
They shooting like they married to Ayesha Curry
What’s happening holla at me what’s the word
It’s only getting hotter yeah I must concur
I’m referring to myself I’m popular
The bigger motherfucker on the roster
A woman with ass is what I much prefer
If she ain’t fucking me that’s a knock on her
Twerk it for a nigga in some Karl kani
Cause bitch I’m on fire I’m burned alive
Why everything you do not quite as live
And everything I do is so mid July huh?
I watch the signs
Watch the seasons
Watch these fools change
In front of your eyes
Niggas get wiped off the food chain
Hope for my demise
But it’s only gon' bring you pain
Running around blind boy
Now watch me blow up
Butane
Niggas stay switching heard he snitch and need a new name
Used to be your homie now he walk around with your dame
She chose up, so what, quit crying like a hoe, lame
Fake LA-ers phony players cat calling from a mile away
Super sticky boy I’m high all day
Act tricky nigga I don’t play
So don’t be fucking with me
Especially when I need all my pay
Ain’t no exceptions nigga sun or rain
Oh now you ducking from me
Nah I ain’t even ‘bout to get mad
Y’all niggas desperate and it’s so sad
And niggas always got the same stale face if they see I copped a whip or hopped
up in a new place
With my new watch, and new rings
I came up, so it seems
With new goals, the same team
I get dough, by any means
I watch the signs
Watch the seasons
Watch these fools change
In front of your eyes
Niggas get wiped off the food chain
Hope for my demise
But it’s only gon' bring you pain
Running around blind boy
Now watch me blow up
Butane