Lyrics:
white owl blunts
And a bottle forty ounce from the liquor store
I go buck wild watch me hit your hoe
I got myself a shorty
I got myself a forty
How do you like it?
Just me and you in a room livin' out our excitement
On 'til the sun break it up, girl, let's keep us delighted
Me a buck precent
Throwed wardrobe, by my bed son of a bastard
When it come to Cadillacs
Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got, way flyer than NASA
Me and Three 6
Buck buck buck-buck-buck, buck-buck buck buck!
All rude bwoy lissen up!
Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop
Stop shootin black people, we
[Young Buck]
D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat.
Man I'm just- I feel dem man ... penny pinchin and shit.
Niggaz workin wit
Buck Owens)
I've got a tiger by the tail it's plain to see
I won't be much when you get through with me
Well, I'm losing weight and turning mighty pale
the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes
She walked by asking me, "Are you Nas?"
Why? "If you was I'd be totally TWI"
What's that? "Totally with it,
Buck (Buck)
Ion give a damn. Ion give a fuck (Give a fuck)
I'm in the got damn city like Trae Young
(Trae Young)
I swear to God I was front row in
times I have to tell you
I was a young buck that didn't know better
When I was young I wanted to write a letter
To some of the famous people around
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
the Truth, and they could kiss they ass
Goodbye on this one mayn
Real talk Asshole By Nature mayn
Trae Tha Truth Show
I'm up out this motherfucker mayn
Real
the Beatles
Malfunctioning, the SL Board without the EQ
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souffle you lay you then I'm
kinfolk Trae
Your face is where my slugs are
I'm an asshole by nature
Until my casket is closed
But in the meanwhile
I'ma represent and let my plastic
But there is a Houston rapper who is taking um, a more hands on approach to his fellow Harvey victims, Trae tha Truth
Joined the growing list
Its just me
This mic
Kush that got burned
My thoughts
C'mon
Making hits by Buck roll
baby call me nutso
Light it up and puff slow
Piling up my
Smokin' out pourin' up puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out pourin' up puttin' dick up
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
trouble with me, I'll show all three to you
I'm a redneck by the grace of God
I go fourwheelin' in the mud after midnight
Buck shot, buck wild, and butt
She said she don't suck dick
Then I'm not tryna fuck
I got a 3.5 in this russian
Let lil bro roll it up
I feel like Giannis cause my buck's big
Feel
brains
Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
Step and you'll catch some buck shots
Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
Mo thugs what's up nigga
feel high post don't you play me close a dig 'em smack
A get you back and I'll hit with a dose of oaktown power
And charge you by the hour I'm shakin
ten bucks
You ain’t even have even have to spend much
At the two dollar movies we could all go for ten bucks
You ain’t even have even have to spend much
'Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo
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