Guns & Butter - Joey Fatts

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