Button Boyz Lyrics – PGF Nuk
Fatman you did this
They got Wooski on the mix
New drop, all Glocks, we put buttons on our Glocks
This a switch Glock, cooling kit, this *** don’t get hot
Button Boys
We play with them switch Glocks, put a grip stock up on my switch so every brr, that *** finna hit opps
Button boy, Gen 5, put a stick up up on knives, put the grip up out the tip and put the beam up on the side, he gon’ die
Button Boys
We play with them buttons, we can’t go for nothin’
We them Button Boys
Bow bow bow bow bow
What the ***
Hit that button, brr brr, so you know I hit the switch
That’s the sound of the switch
Fed talk, don’t snitch
If I get caught, I’m doing life, they gon’ – some ***
PGF, psycho gang forever, we been gettin’ cheddar
I get money to all of my killers ’cause I’m a top member
We don’t pop, hit his shorty, pop
Niggas, *** them opp niggas
Huh? What?
***, you a ***
Bro just stole like three cars so we gon’ slide like nine deep
That’s like three each, three drivers six shooters when we hit the streets
Gloved up, masked up, let’s see who get fired up
We don’t do no drive ups, we shoot soon as he look up
New drop, all Glocks, we put buttons on our Glocks
This a switch Glock, cooling kit, this *** don’t get hot
Button Boys
We play with them switch Glocks, put a grip stock up on my switch so every brr, that *** finna hit opps
Button boy, Gen 5, put a stick up up on knives, put the grip up out the tip and put the beam up on the side, he gon’ die
Button Boys
We play with them buttons, we can’t go for nothin’
We them Button Boys
Can’t go for nothin, Choppa Gang tote dracs and buttons
Seven shots sent through his chest, heat him up like a oven
These chops and Glocks shoot fast
Accept that draco *** get ugly
Break my AR aftershow, every state *** I’m thuggin’
Certified Glock shooter, they know imma do it
Boy you not killer and you known for house shootings
Bump that regular ass choppa, get hit up with fullys
Switches on me daily, boy we got buttons for bullies
Choppa gang forever, psycho gang forever
We ain’t droppin’ cheese, we collectin’ all the cheddar
Three to the chest, one to the neck, that’s a BIG30 special
*** ain’t lookin’ for me ’cause I never left Winchester
New drop, all Glocks, we put buttons on our Glocks
This a switch Glock, cooling kit, this *** don’t get hot
Button Boys
We play with them switch Glocks, put a grip stock up on my switch so every brr, that *** finna hit opps
Button boy, Gen 5, put a stick up up on knives, put the grip up out the tip and put the beam up on the side, he gon’ die
Button Boys
We play with them buttons, we can’t go for nothin’
We them Button Boys