Lyrics:
they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wild
I made twenty dollars, and they callin' it a mistrial
Now I'm a suspect that play by his
ain't your cuzz
Cuz sometimes cuzz be the one that
Turn you over to the fuzz
Cuzz ruined Christmas this year
For my nigga buck
See Buck was cookin up so
ride out
Heard these niggas was just hating we gon slide down
Going dumb
Going wild
What you want
Want my style
Got my back just by myself
Pain
happenin'
She can tell by the way i'm rappin', gotta rap this up baby thats whats up
She like a girl gone wild, cant miss the girl she stand out in the crowd
Young nigga need the big bucks (big big big bucks)
Young nigga need the big bucks (big big big bucks)
Young nigga need the big bucks (big big big
very loudly
We get
Rowdy
Rowdy
Rowdy
We get rowdy
We get buck
We get rowdy
We turn up
We get
Rowdy (Rowdy)
Rowdy (Rowdy)
Rowdy (Rowdy)
Rowdy (Rowdy)
We
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
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You seeing the shit I’m running, I’m knowing it’s not a race
(I’m
to see what the fucks up
Boss City Ballas, bitch niggas get your bucks up
I gotta king ranch, that'll make you put ya trunks up
Lookin like them other boys
his shirt backwards like kross
Trae young on em imma hawk
Im getting big green like the hulk
Leave his body round the chalk
Catching dimes terry holt
from the three like I'm Trae
Since I was a kid, knew I make it one day
Now I be dripping in Vlone and bape, ye
Only 16 and I'm making these hits
They
and I'm floating
Game 1 Trae Young with the Floater
I've been in the cut I've been posted
I spend and don't look at the total
I've been in my bag I've been
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
it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile
That real shit is going out of style
These young niggas out here acting buck wild
the bitch spend me a dub I'm focused on money I keep them racks on me don't fuck with my money you'll be a casualty it's all about timing that patek a buck
pay my lil' one to camp out by ya home
I'm from where they was gettin' it in
And it was known
So run along hatin' nigga run along
Night time loaded
'round.
A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound
...a buck or a pound
...a buck or a pound.
Is all that makes the world go around
That clinking, clanking sound...
a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer'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
If we starved then, now we going up
I done lost my trust, she done fucked me up
Trying to scam all day trying to get some fucking bucks
On my
Yo, what up?
Hi, so we're just a couple of friends
Calling to see if, umm
We can buy MDMA
Yeah, as long as you can pay
Fifty bucks is that
Yo, what up?
Hi, so we're just a couple of friends
Calling to see if, umm
We can buy MDMA
Yeah, as long as you can pay
Fifty bucks is that
neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveler's check
But if a vic' tries to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like I'm smokey the bear, so
Buck
Fuck chuck, my nigga to the end is Kurupt
Bee bee eyed Buck does it all,
I make your gun jam
With shells from my gun,
Feels like a body slam
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