Lyrics: Louis Chong
Music: Louis Chong
Chorus:
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
Damn, I feel like butter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
For a guy that came from the gutter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
Damn, I feel like butter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
For a guy that came from the gutter
Verse 1:
I came on this beat like
This shit ain’t have no features
Smoking on Keisha, switching up Visas
Copped me a flight, touched down in Ibiza
Thousand a fight, just bought me these sneakers
Stomp on his face but i still ain’t gon’ crease ‘em
Throwing them dollars just for no reason
Bitch I’ve been balling, do this every season
I might just keep em but no, I don’t need em (nah)
Young bull
You know I’m a big dawg (big dawg)
Lifestyle
Make her wipe her lips off (wipe her lips)
Rocket ship from the west and I’m gon’ lift off (lift off)
Jump boi, know we get that tip off
Finna raise hell
In that hellcat
Got them pounds on me
They gon’ smell that
Every round on me
They gon’ feel that
Every pound on me
We gon seal that like
Send them (ah)
Kick that bitch up out the house
Send them ****
Kick that bitch up out the house
Chorus:
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
Damn, I feel like butter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
For a guy that came from the gutter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
Damn, I feel like butter (butter)
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
For a guy that came from the gutter
Verse 2:
7 7 7
Left this session highly med-ed
Got some cash and
Then I spend it
**** that bitch
She can’t forget it,
(Yeah, yeah)
We just started
Just beginning
Yeah, the top is just a reference
Y’all copy commence the edit (whoa)
Yeah, please don’t waste my time (don’t waste my time)
I’m with Pizza Palace, baby
Please don’t kill my vibe (don’t kill my vibe)
Heartbreak, Dane and Cookies baby
Yeah, we stay outside (alright)
And we smooth like butter, baby
Yeah, we gonn’ slide
Chorus:
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
Damn, I feel like butter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
For a guy that came from the gutter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
Damn, I feel like butter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
For a guy that came from the gutter
Verse 3:
I’m from the gutter
Choppa melt you like some butter
Make you dance like Danny Glover
I told these bitches
I’m a real true player
I don’t know nothing ‘bout loving
Cook up the verse up like Benihana
I’m the truth but I really lie to your honor
While I’m rolling up Tangie ass Tropicana
Sippin Soju cause it going down like water
Man they asking for triple 7, he on high demand
Man these niggas pussy like Juwanna Man
Neck wrist dripping on Aqua man
Came from the slums like Bikini Bottom
Man, I’m talking bout rock bottom, bottom
Man I’m talking trappers, scammers, robbers
187 they don’t know who got em
All they know is the nigga hit his target
Nothing to something I’ll make it look easy
I’m dripping this butter, how I’m dripping this Fiji
I’m changing my bitches, faster than these seasons
Just give them a taste, and have these bitches fiendin’
How I’m on a mission, you would think I’m schemin’
Now we party, party every day of the weekend]
We litty off Mary mushrooms got me peaking
I’m high everyday really don’t need no reason
Chorus:
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
Damn, I feel like butter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
For a guy that came from the gutter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
Damn, I feel like butter
Whoa (whoa), yeah (yeah)
For a guy that came from the gutter