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

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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