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Bitch I'm the reason I be balling all season photogenic with the shots I be hitting not missing I'm a demon, buck shots stop your breathing Bitch I'm
dick, don't talk, give top (Huh) Opp bitches low-key love Chief Keef These opp bitches low-key love GB (Huh) I'm getting tree-tree, getting head by
Mink Miu Miu boots got me tip toin' Leather sweatpants, that's Rick Owens Skinny so the blick showin' Semi with the dick showin' Private 757 big
might pay for this So I just say what I want like I'm made for this But I'm just afraid some days I might be wrong Maybe that's why me and Mike get
and yo it's givin me a boner I got thoughts of Annie Oakley But that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me And we didn't even fuck I
them bucks WAWAWA I showed all the zeroes my zeroes, they left in a hearse Then sold one of my heroes Berried Alive merch Haters all claim my shit is
the dirt Her hustle match my hustle, so it works This thing high-key, not low-key nothing No discussion, just busting motions. So no one knows it I could be
in for the mill, where the bucks at? She see me spend a couple mill like fuck that She wanna ride on it like a bus pass Give me smart brain and a dumb
your butt back Tuned in for the mill, where the bucks at? She see me spend a couple mill like fuck that She wanna ride on it like a bus pass Give me
Hip-Hop in heavy doses, Buck Bowen Lyrically ferocious, my approach is Let the drum be my guide line, no controlling On stage with a boldness, crowd
just got her Chanel, that's money well spent Um, and I got me some rick Them Owens I'm flee, that's money well spent What you drinkin'? I just poured up
Rather just be by myself Canadian Goose with the Vancouver elk I'm bugged out, got me tapped out Two perc 10's and they good for my health Ooh, I'm
drive by So if you're ready for it Smoke dro for it, tell 'em An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin' Adamsville, Watts, Westside,
Passin' niggas with pants saggin' With they hand on a black Magnum To clap him backwards So their last words is, "Kcuf meht nmad saggin" That's
How can I? How can I? How can I? Get up, make a buck Get up, make a buck My race was bred on hash My race was bred on hash Get up, make
to be leavin' the glock glock nine, But I'm livin' so low down, Bone gotta roll out, We livin' like Trues, Give up to tha bang, Always stay down for my
Lum Ho hum Pound to the beat of my drum The dumb are intrigued spit ivy school dreams Foolish extremes got me to bob & weave cut thru the breeze I
need help I get the job done so all you fake rappers, MC's rap masters Give it up leave that rappin' to me Realizin' young buck you can't rock that
for rhymes You got to save it for David and wave it if you think that I gave it I never gave a damn about a critic so save it I run amuk demanding
know all my niggas runnin' it up Big bag Big bag Gotta get the bucks All my niggas winnin' We ain't never in to switchin' up Transcribed by
(Drum Dummie) (Drum Dummie made the beat and you know they killin' it) Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh? I ain't flashin', though
tried to come cross me Got left on a T I'm steady trapping Ain't get nothing to eat Rolling him up Know We stuffing the tree Runtz got me low Like a nigga
out I Caught iron in my clothes Stuck without my wratchet Buck in my bread basket Ear drums soft from lead to Bounce off the floor injured My leg in
amazed (amazed) Condo by lane it's the mall in Ain't no one nigga, we all win (we all win) Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in) Lambo so low gotta
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