Lil Poppa - Buttons lyrics

Is you living or you balling
I don't even know what to call it
I just wanted it I bought that shit
Go and ask shawty she'll tell you bout it
I send her back keep your deposit
Cause, I ain't even thinking bout that bitch
Oh show now I'm lit
Oh so now I got them on my dick
And I ain't even got a hit
Is it the Cubans make him gliss
The percs and lean me sick
Can't even lie I need to detox I
Can see it when I piss
Can't even lie I need a
Vacay this bitch wanna trip
Say Jesus rose on a third day on
A fourth I took a sip
They hit the spot on Thursday that
Shit fucked up the year
Say if they land on a Friday
We gon' make it disappear like

Shawty wanna pop a pill she ask
Me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live I
Told the bitch this real life
Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup
Yeah that shit real ice
Sauce her up fuck it take her
Boss her up it ain't nothing
I might not floss enough it ain't really
Cost me much trust me nigga
Don't bring all them hoes with you
If all them hoes ain't fucking
How you want war with them young niggas
And all they guns got buttons

Ok you know the sprite muddy
You know the ice flooded
Now you know the price high that
Shit gon' run you bout thirty
No I can't pull up right now
Cracker hot it's still early
Quelo twenty four hour chef no
Matter what he still swerving
Fuck it nigga we still swerving it's
Been years I'm still hurting
Don't think the pills working
We still lurking
Trying to get him real worse
This bitch a head doctor but I think
That I need a real nurse
We talking expensive pain I'm wasting
Lean on my designer shirt
My brain say go to church but
I'm insane I pop a perc
On all these drugs with Q3 but
If they swing know we alert
Shit in my veins and that's since birth
Go against the grain and that's a curse
Hot like propane and I'ma blow up nigga
If you on put out the flame
Nigga better cool me down

Shawty wanna pop a pill she ask
Me what it feel like
Keep on asking how we live I
Told the bitch this real life
Diamonds cold enough to cool my cup
Yeah that shit real ice
Sauce her up fuck it take her
Boss her up it ain't nothing
I might not floss enough it ain't really
Cost me much trust me nigga
Don't bring all them hoes with you
If all them hoes ain't fucking
How you want war with them young niggas
And all they guns got buttons