Extra Butter

(Ayo, Mark A) Exotic smoker, foreign sneaks cost like three ounces RIP Bernie Mac, swinging sticks, Mr. 3000 Road running, phone on one X, I can see mountains Doggy talking too tough, I'm finna see 'bout it Going 180, driving blowed, I should seatbelt it Red bottoms, bitch, I'm lava stepping, think my feet melting Tryna win, you need a team, you can't be selfish Five hundred dollar pop, eating rice, so I keep belching If you put your mind to it, yeah, it's possible Track and field Supreme pants, hurdled every obstacle Going MIA, shit, I'm talking where it's tropical Get him knocked off, he touch a hair or a follicle Catch up to me? Shit, that's impossible Improbable, chance is very astronomical Better back back, swear to God that the chopper full All the scam alerts nowadays, we responsible Russian Draco knock you out like it's Ivan Drago Spray some Creed on, then go and punch, I feel like Apollo Backwood, Backwood, I don't get high with frontos Talking 'bout some punchlines, but you got a nine like Rondo You need some new bars What the fuck is that noise? You need a new car What the fuck is that piece? You need a new charm White buffalos, four thousand for these two arms Good Essentia, water purified Talking 'bout a dub, you ain't nowhere even near a five Punch God, grab three jacks, then go and clear the lines Talking 'bout some Wock', but your fridge had some beer inside Fuck a Budweiser, three-five and the bud fire The real source, fuck around and get your plug fired I just call it how I see it like an umpire 4 am, fifty ball, I'm just countin' up tired Remember sneakin' out the crib on some bullshit Out late ridin', everybody had a full clip Do the dash like, "If you see the hook, dip" But every time we touch down, that's a good skit Feel like Bruce Leroy when he had the glow In that one bag, MacBook in here, cracking codes Stop talking 'bout the scams, you ain't active, bro Stop asking 'bout the bag or I'm taxing, ho Fuck, shit, fucked around and left the car wrecked Why this bitch talking crazy 'fore she put on Carmex? Scam vet', punching drip up on Farfetch You twenty-six and you still don't have a car yet? Why you at the bus stop? Had to beat his ass 'fore I shot him, hate a tough opp Ballin' now 'cause back in high school, ain't get enough clock Got away from rock bottom, shit, now I'm up top Bernie! Bernie! What? Ayy, man, would you mind popping us some popcorn? With extra butter, a little salt Anything else? Yeah, some of that cheesy spray if you got some "Some of that cheese spray, if you got it," Some folks don't know when to go home, man What the—? Who in the hell bit off this pear and put it back in the basket?