Bucked Up (feat. ReeseyGotIt)
Xhulooo
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They been waitin' askin' where I been I been waitin' for rappers to finish so I can begin Waitin' for my brothers to find their talent within 'Cause when I blow up, I'm not gon' be the only one that wins They wanna know where I'm at, in the streets, bucked up He told me he wanna fight, told lil' bruh pull up Then he was acting confused like he ain't know, wassup But it was because his shooters ain't come for the set-up, yea I got it, like Reesey (Solo!) I'm sleep now don't hit my feezy They wanna know how, but it ain't easy I copped a snowman now they call me Jeezy Mhm, yup He wanna fight? No! Hangin' with my, bro Got the chopper and you know its gon' blow I gotta get the dough You cannot stop the flow When I see the green, I'm on go And you see the diamonds they glow, aye But where are your diamonds at, though Your chain so sloppy, Joe Got the bag and threw it on the floor It's like I do not care anymore Spent 4 racks at a store, for something I already wore I get money, not doing chores But, instead i get money from chores I got cannon like Nick Went to Gucci, then I spent a brick I'm more entertaining than a trick New shoes, yea, I got the drip Ugh, Ugh, yea I'm sick In the 'rari, watch it do a quick Aye, Drake-nem said no new friends, bruh So I only hang with my clique But the opps be annoying like tick Run up on me, then you gon' get hit With my hands tho, 'cause I don't got a stick But either way that's it, aye N*ggas talkin' down on my name F*ck the clout, keep the b*tches, I want money, then some fame Got a shorty on my side, she can have my last name Me & Xhulooo going brazy like a n*gga was deranged, ugh B*tch I'm sick, got the flu, that's what money do Cross 'em up, times 2, I never heard of you Rollin' deep by myself, 'cause I don't need a crew I keep it tucked in my belt, 'cause I can't wait to shoot I sent that n*gga straight to hell I hope he fireproof Versace all on my body, I know you see Medusa Patek Philippe on my wrist, shoutout my n*gga Mu$$$a That's that beamer pullin' up, so let me grab the Uzi That's my baby pullin' up, and I'ma beat her c*ochie You the type to write a statement on a f*ckin' looseleaf And if I catch you 'round here, it's gon' be a shooting I got clips for your b*tch so we can make a movie All up in her, goin' nuts, 'cause that sh*t was juicy N*ggas steady switchin' up, always actin spooky
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