Lyrical Breakdown of Gunz N Butter (feat. Juicy J) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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  • Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky feat. Juicy J weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gunz N Butter (feat. Juicy J)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree

And I heard theres bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me

They gon' have to take me straight to Satan cause' I'm blessin' this

I fell distressed I feel no stress

I built this trust

They all gon' murder me

Hercules

Mama warned me pop was on me

Acid shorty (shut the fuck up)

Get get gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty

Bounce your jaw for plottin' on me

Hot bolognese grits with

Problems copper hoppin' on me

Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)

Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)

God was for me locks was on me

Blew up ever since then (okay okay)

Grew up ever since then

Screwed up ever since then

Do-ups up ever since then

(Kill 'em Flacko)

Nah big homie

Drop a diamond

Money outta pocket homie (money outta pocket)

All these niggas pockets homie

Chopper let 'em live

I was only six when I crept up in the

Crip found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)

Cock it homie

Now its in my pocket homie

R-Rock it homie

Dare you nigga t-try try me homie

For the love of spread

I'mma butter bread

Man I prolly should be dead

Was it 'cause of what I said?

What I

Thezy,, FN, Ruger, draco

Euros, pounds and dollars, peso

Money, hoes and power, draco

I was riflin', shotgunnin', draco

Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games

I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang

But fuck that one of my young niggas 'ill take tha charge

I'm stackin' loot muthafuck lookin' behind some bars

Rocky Rocky

Hold on one second bro

Ha Rocky, it's Hector bro

Rocky this is Hector bro

We gotta hold on one second bro

Theres an issue goin' on back here

Rambo was a cathy

And mama was a christian

My papa turned to muslim when he

Spent some time in prison (no cappin')

No Jehova's witnesses but I'm from kinda different

They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business

These days I just practice all the good from all religion

So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim

So get up off my YKK

The president a a-hole (Fuck off)

Prayin' for a JFK

All we got was KKK

AKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart

Then it's a-ok

Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA

AR in the ER its the state of mind of every state

Say your grace you better pray

Guns with the butter

Guns for my brother

Came from the gutter

Cocaine in the buttocks

Raise a box cutter

Play on the guzzler

Paint in the hummer

Skate wit' your mother

The fact of the matter,

She blow out the fizzay

Might keep me some heezay

So I'm gettin' pussy

The fact of the matter,

She blow out the fizzay

Might keep me some heezay

So I'm gettin' pussy

The fact of the matter,

She blow out the fizzay

Might keep me some heezay

So I'm gettin' pussy

What's really butter?

The gun or the putter?

You hear me?

You understand what I'm sayin'?

What's really butter?

What's really butter?

What's really butter?

Guns get that butter all day