Gold Plated Leica (feat. OT The Real)

Summertime, Butch

Plug got cameras every 20 feet

Body count rises with the summer heat

Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat

Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat

Plug got cameras every 20 feet

Body count rises with the summer heat

Yo, hey look

I never leave the crib without my strap

The most expensive-est watch

It's like my system's been shocked

Day since I've been shot

Godfather, it ain't hard for camera lenses to spot

Two way baller, Jamal Crawford off the bench, I've been hot

While y'all got spoon fed?

I got efficient with them numbers and watched

I bloom late like hibiscus in the summer

Bank accounts and whips

I know what the feds after

I pose but don't smile for the pics like the feds snapped 'em

We can meet after I whip and make the molecules moist

You know the rendezvous point was the barbecue joint

I even served blonde fiends that bought the product through choice

They whistle, just yell back

They gotta follow your voice

I beat them at their own game

I know some fellas that tried it

But at our level as convicts, it was never accomplished

Think ahead but be modest

It'll better your conscience

So many cameras in the crib, they think I sell electronics

Butch

Plug got cameras every 20 feet

Body count rises with the summer heat

Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat

Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat

Plug got cameras every 20 feet

Body count rises with the summer heat

He the one who did the favors, need it done

Need it work, needed guns

Front it out, keep it fun

Know his house, where he gon' run

Where he gon' go?

Got the best, cheapest blow

Burning me, burn himself

Cause this is how he feeds his own

But bro, nothing's guaranteed till you're holding it

They couldn't find the blow so they just charged bro for some stolen shit

Them bikers beat that RICO down in Texas

No one snitched

When everybody stand up that you mess with, no one sits

Came home, gettin' mine

Did a bid and gripped a nine

You know these different times

But it's different when you whip the lines

Sick and tired of seeing guys doing bids and die

But now it's like when friends go to war, you gotta pick a side

Live and die

The headrest fits a brick inside

I didn't drive

Just told your bitch, don't go over 65

It's been a tricky ride

Money talks, bitches lie

Switches fly

Plug got cameras every 20 feet

Body count rises with the summer heat

Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat

Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat

Plug got cameras every 20 feet

Body count rises with the summer heat

It's Big Butch, ****

I'm in my hood, super comfy, but what's your location?

Most of these rappers can't go to the hoods they was raised in

I got a dope line from Pittsburgh to Austin

Pay 10 stacks for game four, Knicks versus Boston

Me and Kush comparing work and I told him drop it

I won't pick my phone up until I lock it

Plug gave me 10 joints and told me it's up

It ain't even been a week and he blowing me up

I'm camera shy

I'm only taking pics for the fans

Got paper cuts cause I can count a hundred quick with my hands

Y'all pray for luck, but I be making bucks quick as I can

I left the game and felt like Sugar Ray switching my stands

Brick in my hands

Y'all go to war with the gang, your folks better help

A hustler going live forever and dope sell itself

The mother load hit the track, we lock in three days

They put cameras in the kitchen to watch the replays

Plug got cameras every 20 feet

Body count rises with the summer heat

Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat

Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat

Plug got cameras every 20 feet

Look around.

You see him?

Body count rises with the summer heat