We Got Buttons Lyrics – Chuckyy

Read the full We Got Buttons lyrics by Chuckyy along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chuckyy’s music, you can also explore My World and Hotseat, two other songs by Chuckyy.

[Intro]
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m only doing this b!tch ’cause my pops, yo, shout out Chuck D
N!ggas know how the fu*k we coming
Real high-standers, n!gga
The whole family, this s*it ain’t just, you know, happen, n!gga
You know how the fu*k we rocking, man
Yeah

[Chorus]
We got buttons, we got buttons, watch them b!tches stutter
We got buttons, we got buttons, watch them b!tches stutter
Uh, Micro Drac’, that’s my cousin, your s*it jamming, my s*it butter
We can link up, get it busting, shots let off, man down in public
We got buttons, we got buttons, watch them b!tches stutter
Uh, we got buttons, we got buttons, watch them b!tches stutter
I gotta fu*k with my rubber, then I’ma pass her to brother
I her out, you cuffed her, poured her lean, I’m double-cupping

[Verse]
I did a hit after lunching, I heard you did something and vomit
He must felt that in his stomach, can’t relate, we cold-blood killers
All my n!ggas going cray-cray, don’t rock Bape, but we gorillas
Run up on me, I’ma spray-spray, like Chief Keef, we don’t fu*k with you
Boy, your fan ass wanna picture, I fu*k all my grown b!tch siblings
Off the drank, I need a kickstand, think the lean man mixed the liquid
We be on roll like the mailman, 7.62 shell delivering
10 milli’ shell go through wiggies, really rich, bro, do you feel me?
Brand-new Redeye, popping wheelies, tryna keep up, bro, you silly
We act s*it out just like Disney, spin six times, bro, like I’m dizzy
I want a freak ho like S*xyy, wire transfer, that’s my bestie
Sometimes I still fu*k on Kelsey, we still give out leather belties
Ah, you tried to go against us, now you mad, boy, you upset it
Boy, I’m the hottest out, ain’t tryna talk, foenem there said it
I saw your text and read it, I’m focused on rubber-banding
Uh, she take her legs and spread it, I ain’t gotta tell her get ready
I took my wings and flew, now I’m on PJs with the legends
I miss my fu*king dogs, I’m tired of writing all these letters

Money stack up just like letters, my bad, I mean stack like Legos
He got hit up, that’s a man down, bro, his mask up, that’s a case closed
Uh, ain’t got no clues, you gon’ win or lose, n!gga, choose
You ain’t got no clues, n!gga, win or lose, n!gga, choose
Win or lose, n!gga, we never follow the rules
First n!gga rich out my school, first n!gga rich out my family
First n!gga rich out my hood, get your man right in this b!tch
It’s okay to tote that switchy ’cause I know this s*it get wicked
At the same time, gotta go get it, every lane, we stand on business
Rule one up in this s*it, throw up that b!tch, you ain’t gon’ blick it, yeah

[Chorus]
We got buttons, we got buttons, watch them b!tches stutter
We got buttons, we got buttons, watch them b!tches stutter
Uh, Micro Drac’, that’s my cousin, your s*it jamming, my s*it butter
We can link up, get it busting, shots let off, man down in public
We got buttons, we got buttons, watch them b!tches stutter
Uh, we got buttons, we got buttons, watch them b!tches stutter
I gotta fu*k with my rubber, then I’ma pass her to brother
I her out, you cuffed her, poured her lean, I’m double-cupping