Absolute Bwutta

Psst, come take a peek. I got what you need right here, yo! Fresh... Smooth... Bwutta... (bwutta, bwutta) [Verse 1] Trunk pops. Cold stock. Gold in the cooler. No rocks. No watch. Still look like a jeweler. Fresh on the label, smooth on the lid, The whole block knows what I keep in the fridge. Toast of the town, got a loaf on lock, Word of mouth spread now we bwutta the block. Slick with the pitch, got a pat for your plate, The margarine man better get out of my way! Butterfingers? I just dropped a hit. Whole room trying to get a grip on it. One little tub got the crowd in a fuss You brought a bread knife? You're one of us! [Chorus] Smooth as bwutta when I slide on through, Covered in bwutta and the whole crew too. (bwutta, bwutta!) Fresh smooth bwutta, bring that tub, Whole damn room getting riled up! Absolute bwutta say it with your chest! Spread it on thick put that dry shit to rest! [Verse 2] Whipping up a shipment, meticulous with the measurements, Kitchen full of witnesses, licking up the evidence. Business getting slippery, deliveries are effortless, Profits looking golden that's a taste of dairy decadence. Sizzle in the skillet, hear the rhythm when the fat hits, Kick drum, slick tongue, whole crowd doing backflips. Got a pat for the pancake, a slab for the steak, Put the bass in the batter, make the whole house shake. Bagel gets a thick spread, baked potato gets a dollop, Lobster tail dripping, bwutta bubbling around the scallops. Pour it on the popcorn, shake the bag until it's coated, Roll it on the corn cob every kernel fully loaded. Bwutta on my backstage pass they thought I had it laminated, Bouncer stopped the whole crew cold: “Those passes aren't validated.” Slid a tub across the desk; the terms got renegotiated Whole crew in the VIP, the doorman duly compensated. [Chorus] Smooth as bwutta when I slide on through, Covered in bwutta and the whole crew too. (bwutta, bwutta!) Fresh smooth bwutta, bring that tub, Whole damn room getting riled up. Absolute bwutta say it with your chest! Spread it on thick put that dry shit to rest! [Breakdown] Is that just butter? Keep your voice down. Can I get a little sample? Hold out your toast. I said a little! Why am I covered in bwutta?! First coat's free. (bwutta, bwutta!) [Verse 3] Bwutta the biscuit, I'm back in the business, Got half of the block asking what the trick is. A pat on the back and a slab on the track One taste of the batch and they're doubling back. The lid is the crown and the tub is the throne, Built me an empire from one stick alone. Got bwutta believers from here to the coast, The church of the churn raise a slice, make a toast! [Bridge] They wanted my secret. I lifted the lid. They asked how I did it. You know what it is. [Final Chorus] Smooth as bwutta got the whole crowd sold, Came for a taste, left dripping in gold. (bwutta, bwutta!) Fresh smooth bwutta, raise that tub, Ain't a dry soul left in the club! Absolute bwutta say it with your chest! Spread it on thick put that dry shit to rest! [Outro] Sir... Your microphone... Is covered... In butter... You mean bwutta! My mistake. (bwutta, bwutta) (bwutta, bwutta) (bwutta, bwutta) What do you think Brother Blue? Is it fresh? Is it smoooth? Is it?... "Absolute Butta!" Butta! (bwutta, bwutta) (bwutta, bwutta) (bwutta, bwutta)