Gold Plated Leica (feat. OT The Real)

Summertime Butch
Plug got cameras every twenty 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 twenty feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
Yo
Hey, look, I never leave the crib without
My strap and most expensive is watch
It's like my system's been shocked days 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
That's a Kodak moment
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 fed snapped 'em
We can meet at the whip and make the molecules moist
Make the molecules moist
You know the rendezvous point was the barbecue joint
Was the barbecue joint
I even serve blind fiends that bought the product through choice
They whistle, just yell back, "They gotta follow
Your voice." They gotta follow your voice
I beat 'em 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 to the better of your conscience
So many cameras in the crib they think I sell electronics
Butch
Plug got cameras every twenty 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 twenty feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
He the one who did the favors, need it done
Needed work, needed guns
Run 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
Bro, nothing's guaranteed 'til you're holding it
They couldn't find the blow, so they
Just charge bro for some stolen shit
The bikers beat that RICO down in Texas
Remember?
No one snitched
When everybody stand up that you mess with, no one sits
Came home, getting mine
Did a bid and gripped the nine
I know these different times, but it's
Different when you're with the lions
I'm sick and tired of seeing the guys doing bids and die
But now it's like my 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 sixty-five." Don't go over sixty-five
It's been a tricky ride
Money talks, bitches lie, switches fly
Plug got cameras every twenty feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat
Where you at?
Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat
We got it
Plug got cameras every twenty feet
Look around
You see 'em?
Body count rises with the summer heat
It's big Butch, nigga
Ah
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
Talk rap
I got a dope line from Pittsburgh to Austin
Paid ten stacks for game four, Nick versus Boston
Ah
Me and Kush comparing work and I told
Him, "Drop it." You gotta drop that
I won't pick my phone up until I lock it
Lock it
Plug gave me ten joints and told me, "It's up." 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 could 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 stance
Brick in my hands
Y'all go to war with the gang, your folks better help
A hustler gon' live forever and dope sell itself
Dope sell itself
The motherload hit the track, we lock in three days
We lock in three days
They put cameras in the kitchen to watch the replays
ESPN
It's Butch
Plug got cameras every twenty feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
Summer heat
Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat
Where you at?
Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat
We got it
Plug got cameras every twenty feet
Look around
You see 'em?
Body count rises with the summer heat