BabyTron – Extra Butter Lyrics
Artist: BabyTron
Song: Extra Butter
Ayo, Mark A
Exotic smoker, foreign sneaks cost like three ounces
RIP Bernie Mac, swinging sticks, Mr. 3000
Road running, phone on 1X, I can see mountains
Doggie talking too tough, I’m finna see ’bout it
Going 180, driving blowed, I should seatbelt it
Red bottoms, b#tch, I’m lava stepping, keep my feet melting
Tryna win? You need a team, you can’t be selfish
Five hunnid-dollar pop, eating rice, so I keep belching
If you put your mind to it, yeah, it’s possible
Track and field Supreme pants, hurdled every obstacle
Going MIA, yeah, I’m talking where it’s tropical
Get him knocked off, he touch a hair or a follicle
Catch up to me? sh#t, that’s impossible
Improbable, chance is very astronomical
Better back, back, swear to God that the choppa full
All the scam alerts nowadays, we responsible
Russian Draco knock you out like it’s Ivan Drago
Spray some Creed on then go and punch, I feel like Apollo
Backwood, backwood, I don’t get high with frontos
Talking ’bout some punchlines, but you got a nine like Rondo
You need some new bars
What the f#ck is that noise? You need a new car
What the f#ck is that piece? You need a new charm
White buffalo, four thousand for these two arms
Good Essentia, water purified
Talking ’bout a dub? You ain’t even nowhere near a five
Punch god, grab three jacks, then go and clear the lines
Talking ’bout some Wock’, but your fridge got some beer inside
f#ck a Budweiser, 3.5 and the bud fire
The real source, f#ck around and get your plug fired
I just call it how I see it like an umpire
4AM, fifty ball, I’m just counting up tired
Remember sneaking out the crib on some b#llsh#t
Out late riding, everybody had a full clip
Do the dash like, if you see the hook, dip
But, every time we touch down, that’s a good skit
Feel like Bruce Leroy when he had the glow
In that one bag, MacBook in here cracking codes
Stop talking ’bout the scams, you ain’t active, bro
Stop asking ’bout the bag, or I’m taxing, ho
f#ck, sh#t, f#cked around and left the car wrecked
Why this b#tch talking crazy ‘fore she put on Carmex?
Scam vet’, punching drip up on Farfetch
In, still don’t have a car yet?
Why you at the bus stop?
Had to beat his #ss ‘fore I shot him, that’s a tough opp’
Balling out ’cause back in high school, ain’t get enough clock’
Got away from rock bottom, sh#t, now I’m up top
Bernie! Bernie!
What?
Ayy, man, would you mind popping us some popcorn? With extra butter, a little salt!
Anything else?
Yeah, some of that cheesy spray if you got some!
“Some of that cheese spray, if you got it!” Some folks don’t know when to go home, man
What the— Who in the hell bit off this pair and put it back in the basket?
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Release Year: 2022