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Drakeo The Ruler

Black Buttons

 

Black Buttons

(album: Ain't That The Truth - 2021)


Oh shit, nigga
Mhm
(Census, what you cookin'?)

This biz' internet money and that, I get lot of
Three-hundred fifty thousand up in jewelry, am I caught up?
Another eighty-thousand in the booth, you acting starstruck
I hand out hundreds to my killers if I think my name was brought up
The Bentley double parked but we gon' wait 'cause you ain't 'bout nothing
The boy be bleeding dead up on his block if he keep clout chasing Pump faking 'bout nothing, none of my opps make it
You know my rank, when you see me, bitch, about face me

Niggas tried to press the button on me, I came out on top
Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could've bought a house
I went and dropped fifty, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps
If you ain't getting no money, what is we talking 'bout?

Oh shit, nigga
They throwing fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe
'Cause if I have to get technical, I'ma chalk him out
Twelve Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house
Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, "What was that all about?"

Rudy he called, he said, he running out of chalk
He must be stupid, told him, "Nigga, watch yo' mouth"
He might be right 'cause we used it on all the opps
Excuse my French, I mean used it on all the cops
You watching me, bitch, you need to go change the knob
Aborted babies, I'm leaving 'em on her top
VV clarity, can't see none of my watched
None of my opps on shit
All of my Glocks got sticks
Who said Glocks don't jam?
He think he Macho Man
Turn him to taco man if he keep playing with me
I know you laying wit' her, I know you staying wit' her
We pull up at his mama' house, what type of shit he into?

Niggas tried to press the button on me, I came out on top
Three-fifty on my neck, you in my car, I could've bought a house
I went and dropped fifty, poof, be gone, oops, there goes all my opps
If you ain't getting no money, what is we talking 'bout?

Shit, nigga
They throwing fragrance in the building, someone caught a vibe
'Cause if I have to get technical, I'ma chalk him out
Twelve Bentleys double parked outside yo' mama house
Yo' neighbors crying, asking you, "What was that all about?"

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