Future – PRESS THE BUTTON Lyrics

Album on MIXTAPE PLUTO

Track 8 on MIXTAPE PLUTO

PRESS THE BUTTON Lyrics
[Intro]
Ski
Plutoski
How you comin’?

[Verse]
Two-thousand on some Ricks,
I just stepped on a nigga bitch (What else?)
I just a hit a whole ’nother new lick,
I just fucked up another chick (What else?)
I step out and my shit hit
I got a nigga license on my neck (Comin’ like that)
Diamonds are different color, Tony Carter (Real shit)
Came from the gutter, slime with my brother (Yeah)
I’m back on the road with the thangs (Rr, rr, ski)
I’m back in the cut with the gang
I spend me some dollar on my chain (Go)
You pushin’ this shit or you slang? (Let’s represent)
Get equipped to the gang, it’s dangerous (I feel you)
Different breed never not the same (How you feelin’?)
Keep on holdin’ me down, it’s drainin’ (A real one)
Every day I take it up another notch (Forreal)
I’m in the studio maintainin’ (One thou’)
Go outside your head with a bang (One thou’)
Gon’ be bloodshed ’bout to bleed,
we believe in going gas chamber (Woah)
Ain’t no choppin’ it up with a goof (What’s happenin’?)
Niggas runnin’ you down out the roof (I got it)
Had to constantly get in the booth (Push out)
Keep these words, ain’t nothin’ but the truth (Keep it quiet)
They done already tried deceivin’ me
Bro, these bitches ain’t leavin’ me
Did what it needed to be
Cut the ho off, I did it immediately (That’s pimp shit)
Ain’t no defeatin’ me
Take all these bitches ’cause ain’t no defeatin’ me (That’s pimp shit)
New fettucine, just bought her some more, new Lamborghini’s
You must forgot the 56 Nights flow, this is better, this some Geico
Big four-magger, big toe tagger, Pluto Mick Jagger
You must’ve forgot who had her before you had her, Pluto had her
There’s no need to go through the data,
my new bitch is badder (I seen this shit)
Before you go public, tell the nigga to take out the budget
I cup up that muddy, I’m back on that muddy,
I’m back on that dirty (Back on that good shit)
Bitch you coulda never loved me
‘Boutta make you feel the wrath (What?)
Stack it up taller than giraffe (Yeah), rr, rr, ski
Make it do what it supposed to do,
just put the adlibs on it (Rr, rr, ski)
Spent a fifty on a crib,
I got another big year comin’ (Freebandz)
Crank it up and I switch gears on it (Where you goin’?)
Hustlin’ like I was back on the Front Street
Do this shit in a whole ‘nother country
I’m the nigga to get back on it,
pour up the lean before I even drop the tape
Supposed to be intoxicated,
I feel like I supposed to be intoxicated
How it feels just to stack up a hun-dun
Sippin’, havin’ my way with the munyun
I got at it and went on a run-run
Another month I be up on two hun-dun
Fuck all these hoes, I’m sinnin’
Go tell that lil’ rat who winnin’
Niggas know they can’t come to the trenches
Niggas still know I’m runnin this shit (Ayy, gang)
I press a button, it’s a backdoor (What else?)
I press a button, niggas cuttin’ throats
I press a button, hella gunsmoke (Rr, rr, ski)
I came in the game with a goat on my back ain’t no fallin’ off
Got kingpins, they be countin’ on me just to keep it raw
These lil’ hittas, they depend on me, ’cause they still can call
Let’s see what I come from grindin’, went international (Global)
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[Chorus]
I press a button, it’s a backdoor
I press a button, niggas cuttin’ throats
I press a button, hella gunsmoke (Rr, rr)
I press a button, it’s a backdoor
I press a button, niggas cuttin’ throats
I press a button, hella gunsmoke (Rr, rr, ski)