Gunz N Butter Lyrics - Asap Rocky

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] 

Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree 

And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me 

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

I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust 

They won't come murder me, Hercules 

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Juicy J] 

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 kick-kick 

Bounce your jaw for plottin' on me 

Hot bologna 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 

Two cups ever since then 

(Kill 'em Flacko) 

Nah big homie 

Took my time but now big homie, homies outta line big homie 

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 crib 

Found a cig, what I did, what I did (oh!) 

Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie 

I-I r-rock it homie, dare you nigga, tr-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- 

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[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Juicy J] 

Uzi, FN, Ruger, Draco 

Euros, Pounds and Dollars, Pesos 

Money, hoes and power, Draco 

Violence, rifle, shotguns, 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 dat, one of my young niggas'll take the charge 

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

[Interlude: Hector Delgado] 

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 

There's an issue goin' on back here 

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] 

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 

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky & Juicy J] 

Guns with the butter, guns for my brother 

Came from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks 

Raise a box cutter, play undercover 

Paint in the hummer, skate wit' your mother 

[Refrain: Juicy J] 

"The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame 

I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain 

The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame 

I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain 

The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame 

I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain 

The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame 

I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain" 

[Outro: Juicy J] 

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, you can get that butter