Lyrics:
pull up in an all green box Chevy
Woah, fetti, I'm Fetty, like I'm Carti, came to fuck up the party
Cash loaded up (cash), my blow be loaded up
of prairie summer is impossible to take
I grab the hem and lift the fabric over my sweet head
I know what you're looking for
And I'm never gonna give it
and I'm proud to say
It's the only kind of tune I listen to
I listen to Buck Owens every day
Okay, okay, well, well
Well, now that you've admitted
at the roundtable, and discuss
Trish ish batteries and territory issues.
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots.
So who got six niggas
blow up and become the goat
Counting up bucks
My girl don't need tummy tuck
She gonna give me the suck
I got the best of the luck
But I'm still
neighborhood
A buck 50 for a buck 50 any way we could
Nike Roshe'ing to the payment for a Meagan Goode
And pulling Mach 5's just the way we should
Way we
goin up
Why are you stuck
Not gonna cap ima keep it a buck
Keep it a stack
See me at shows
I don't wanna hug
Midas touch but I'm not grabbing the gold
and territory issues
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots
so who got six niggaz next to carry
off these wanna be's, niggas they
Normally, not the one with a lot of pride
But this love shit I gave it a lot of tries
You was dealing with him just to get you by?
Well, I don't fuck
We Gonna up it fuck it (yeah yeah)
We gonna up it fuck it (it's up)
I said security ain't patting me down
I'm in this bitch I tuck it
Yeah, yeah,
We Gonna up it fuck it (Yeah yeah)
We gonna up it fuck it (it's up)
I said security ain't patting me down
I'm in this bitch I tuck it
Yeah, yeah,
a boy's scoundrel gal
But I'm gonna hold my cool
Cause the music rules
Yeah, so move on baby, yeah
Halfway between the gutter and the stars
Yeah
money money, gotta get that money money money money money
[Bizzy Bone]
I don't give a fuck what they sayin!
Buck buck buck buuuuuuck!
I'm ridin a Caddy
Niggas big cap in they rap
We pushing shit back
Gone catch em like we Terrell Owens
I'm a big dog give a fuck bout what he know
Vv's dancing on a nigga
emotions
Niggas big cap in they rap
We pushing shit back
Gone catch em like we Terrell Owens
I'm a big dog give a fuck bout what he know
Vv's dancing
'cause I'm gonna blow your ass off,
Blow your ass off,
By the way you stand I've been in the .. and bless,
I need to human speak ..,
See how...
Chorus:
my Buck like on 6 Siege
Yeah I know that this my…
Yeah, yeah I know that this my passion
Was never one to blow my money on the drip
Never had that
wanna fuck I said cool
I'm with my niggas surrounded by goons
They ain't gon' dance but my niggas gon' shoot
Come to the 4 yeah my baby come through
My
This, is, Nego, and, I'm, about, to, blow, you, know, that, for sure, won't, stop, until, I, go
WOOO
Hopping out the door
We up, go check the score
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
You ain't gonna LAST
'Cause I'm bout to fuck you STRAIGHT UP
Shit I be dippin up in the club, my milla-meter go buck
Now you bogus as fuck, shit
the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I'm all about the Benjy's
But that bring jealousy and envy
Bending over backwards when they won't give me the time of day
But now I've found my calling and you know I'm never gonna stray
I'll have a buck moon
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
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