Butta Butta - Rari Rovers (feat. Bamm Bamm)

Deuce deuce I got it on me
Boy stop it thirty shots in this rocket brody
Gltt bow I pop it homie
Skrrt off in the rari rover
I skrrt off in the rari rover
Niggas hate cause we styling on them
Bitches on my dick riding on me
Pussy say he got a choppa for me
It thirty shots in my rocket homie
Blast off like a rocket homie
Got low with the choppa on me
Niggas wanna be wildin on me
Think you wildin homie I'm wildin homie
Gucci kicks with the Prada on me
Six God got me wildin homie
Six God got me poppin homie
He can't relate cause he ain't poppin homie
Suck me up watch her swallow all me
Then I got up off it
Then she hop back on it
She did my homies
Fat ass watch her throttle on it
Fat ass watch her swallow on it
Fat ass watch her wobble on it
Gang gang watch her wobble on it
Gang gang watch her wobble on it
Gang gang watch her wobble on it
Deuce deuce I got it on me
Boy stop it thirty shots in my rocket brody
Gltt bow I pop it homie
Skrrt off in the rari rover
I skrrt off in the rari rover
Deuce deuce I got it on me
Boy stop it thirty shots in my rocket brody
Gltt bow I pop it homie
Skrrt off in the rari rover
I skrrt off in the rari rover
Yeah we keep it on us yeah we got it on us
And my shorty, got it call her Wonder Woman
Getting money yeah we getting money
Niggas really be moving funny
Broke nigga yeah you money hungry
Broke broke broke nigga yeah, you money hungry
You look starving
I'ma get it regardless
Butta butta be ballin
Butta butta be ballin
You look starving
I'ma get it regardless
Butta butta be ballin
Butta butta be ballin
What you know about sleepin on the floor
Feds at your door cause bricks bein moved
Another death on the news
Got to make that choice
Got to pick got to choose
Got to stick and move
Nigga took that stand thats a wicked dude
Life is a game so fuck the rules
Niggas at your neck like a fuckin noose
Ask anybody do I fuckin lose
I carry heat like some fuckin soup
I carry heat like some fuckin soup
Can't fuck with the gang can't fuck with the loot
We talk about real I'm the living proof
I can cop a chain I can cop a coupe
Remember them days I was starving
Nowadays I be ballin
Remember them days I was starving
Nowadays I be ballin
Nowadays I be ballin
Yeah yeah yeah
Nowadays I be ballin
Nowadays I be ballin

Written by:
Omowale Bethelmy

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