Lyrics:
Drop Buckets Get Money Let's Go
These niggas playing they goin die bout it
That nigga fakin he ain't ride bout it
Turn them boys to ghetto angels he
from Jesus (woo)
Kept my hands in the dirt (dirt)
Now it's buckets of weed (weed)
New Mclaren to skrrt
Blow them trumpets for me (me)
Get six
to the country
Where the guns stay loaded
Cell phones don't work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch
Welcome to the country let the Chevy 8 drop
Bring the 'shine
For tryin' to brace,
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
Place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off
on my mission
That's why I am always bridgin' the life that I'm in right now
To empires and with the riches
Acquired by intuition
Set fire within your
Speaking in code, it get bold by the letter
Keeping it low, like a boat full of treasure
Pulling the plug on my past
Know since I really moved on you
Crabs in a bucket I came the bucket
I jumped out the water like fishes
There was a time I was humble af but now I got way too many bitches
I got way too
And now the jewel emits cold, wander prominent.. honour (honour)
I bought up silkworms by the bucket like starter kits
So you first bought a stitch
We set the price
Set the limit
Been dreamt of this before 1k hair was tinted
I been sitting with this for a little minute
But fuck it, I'm diving in
With the baseheads on the late night high
Tryna creep in the house
Through the cut for what?
So I won't be seen by none of the homies
But the homie
I can't fuck a opp bitch it don't seem rite
Catch a opp in traffic Nigga that's a geeen light
Glock by my pillow help a Nigga sleep tight
If it ain't
Future, Touch n by
Got in, sweating
Been a Minute
Purple with the gold, pick and roll for the last shot
Mamba got a bag of tricks hidden in the stash box
money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
Or the hoes I got - catchin' stunts in the drop
Geah
In the muthafuckin house
For the 9 to the 6
Geah
To them bitch-ass niggas
We know your residential spot
The red dot's on your dome, geah fool,
I got one two three four stacks on my porch
I got wood under that cuz I build me a fort
I got wings in a bucket and they fly me to shore
Sea shore
looks bright
I'm like flamingo the way I took flight
On the court I'm ballin like a starter
Put in work till the fourth quarter I'll be Getting farther
In
couldn’t even blink twice
I’m looking at the same old roads, thought about an old thing got me thinking bout my whole life
I should’ve been in LA by now
was tryna CEO
Fuck a couple bitches, then I drop em off like DEO
She know I'm damn near rich, so she wanna keep me close
Drove past my ex in a Rolls,
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
Yeah
Promise playing with us is not what you wanna do nigga
Not at all
Yeah yeah aye yeah
Play with me then you dead
Hit him in his head with
bow down like these palm leaves
(Uh, huh)
I put fools in their tombs, don't get cocky
(Uh, huh)
Unlike you and your jewels, I can drop heat
(Oh) i got
born after fall, after dark
Why can't it all happen again and be reborn
Just how I am after the end
Hold on by a thread, controlled by your ten
Lift me
yo' uncle
Except you not gon' love it
The other difference is
I do it all in public
I'm hittin' buckets
They whip is bucket
My current aim is endless
slide in a bucket like Charlie nigga
Yeah the money more attractive than Barbie nigga
Ask me if I love the bitch? Hardly nigga
But I stayed with her so
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