Lyrics:
that shit
Now get crunk (get crunk) get buck (get buck)
Throw your motherfucking middle finger up (throw it up)
Now get crunk (get crunk) get buck
the crotch (crotch)
And we don't give a fuck (fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck)
Them hammers'll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust
Death toll addin'
where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck
where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck
a dead man
Pour wock by the 3, nigga, I'm a dead man
No I'm not from the clan, need my blue bucks man
She's a square til' I get it out her butt man
[Gunshot]
(Chorus)
[Bizzy Bone]
I'm lil' ripsta, im...
[Krayzie Bone]
Leather face comin' to kill them at night
[Bizzy]
Die Die Die
[Krayzie]
so we buck
tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was major
In the old school, or M
this shit by my own, by my own, by my
I'm ready to get high
I've been doing this shit by my own, by my own, by my
I'm ready to get high
I've been
Yeah, boy
Dem better ring the alarm, boy
Dem know what's coming, boy
Buck, buck, buck
Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, fuckin'
the motherfuckin G
to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho
I had to come up strong to get where I'm at
Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back
get beat niggaz (yeah)
Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-fifty
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We
of the alley
Right by them golden arches
Rolled in carpet, body is rotten
Was shockin' to know the charges
So accomplished, the corner store is like my oval
Aye
They ain't give me no love
Aye
Same niggas by my side we don't change lanes
I been on my own grind try'na maintain
How you claiming every set but
Bad bitch big butt she gone shake it for us
Strip club big bucks and we throwing it up
Activis in my cup and we pouring it up
Californication come
I kept it a buck from the jump and now I can't believe that you was really fifty
Told me that you had my back it was cap and I can't believe that's
Uhuh
Uhuh (Uhuh)
Yeah, Du Breesh
Whoah, yeah
It's never enough
Young nigga stacking them bucks
Hunnids and 50’s, wassup
Young nigga high off them
Getting fucked off the drugs
We don't nuck
We don't buck
We just wanna have fun
So what's up
Got a cup
Mix it up till it's done
Got a lot if you wanna
Got
carbons
She scared a young nigga that's why i'm so heartless
I say that I love you you know that I got you
It's up if they buck we ain't gone speak about it
to the bucks with you
Then count it up with you
I'll say it right to your face
I ain't got time for the games
Just by the look in your face
I'm trynna fuck in
Try and tell me why these fuck playa’s hate me
Got a lot of lil shawtys tryna date me
Mess around buck fifty to your face B
Gotta get the bag alone
must know the price finna go up
I swear these fakes ass niggas do anything for some bucks
These niggas aint fuckin with us
I used to sleep on the floor
I'm finna get buck just see
Bitch don't even talk to me
I be what i ought to be
Got art in my arteries
I'm smoking the tallest trees
Like I won
nigga men you gotta sit up (Sit up)
I’m just tryna get myself some quick bucks (Quick bucks)
You better let this hungry man chop (Chop)
Nigga hustle up
My bitch from out the magazine
She gone hold my dick if
I’m riding round and serving feins
(Uh)
And it comes as no surprise to me
I like bucks and I
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