Lyrics:
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me
to get big bucks
Seen the opps but I won't duck
Only day ones keep in touch
Only day ones keep in touch
Really don't ask for too much
Changed up my
I say I gave up on giving fucks
I think I think too much
I think I need a million bucks
I know I need to fuck it up
To make a buck, change my luck
sidekick
What's up, black? Give his hand a smack
Up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
shit abiding by the G Code/
I smell and look like a million bucks/
Though I'm smiling I'm unfiltered cause I don't give a fuck/
In a world full of cap
that's too much to ask then I'll pass
Let's settle for a nice time
Anytime's the right time for a Kid 'n Play rhyme
Right here, just fine
Do a little
(yeah)
I'm all about a buck (buck)
I think it's time we live it up
You shit fresh out of luck (luck)
Lou' and Ferragamo buckled up
The coppers wanna
a bag, I'ma ball like Jordan, yeah (blam)
And they be like, "Toosii, why you got a bag and you still hoardin'?" Yeah
Bitch, my whole team got bucks
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
think you want this nigga
So why you trying to buck it up sweet, kiss and tell, all up on this nigga
I'm too goated for these bitches, had to put them in
I feel like I'm Toucan Sam
Different color vv's I'll show you on cam
Rocking Rick Owens getting fly Peter Pan
I was raised by wolves I ain't get
for a beat
Broke ass nigga tryna rush for a feat
I don't give a fuck, I'ma get bucks
I don't act tough, I tell her to rush
Dumb ass bitch, just help me
Tim still in it
Pushin' that Chevy, not rented
Yo bitch grinnin'
Play with my balls like tennis
Three missed calls, I'm trippin'
2023, dropped all
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
across the road for broke man dem
No less than a G for the show man dem (no less)
F l double E man dem
Raise hell spring fire like free buck tims (buck
around kid and I'll Glock your mental
Stay fuckin' wit' ya man Benzino
Hardy on the side by the Rick Gambino
Burners on the side, that's how we be though
there they go again)
(You might as well pay attention, free speech is too high)
Where'd you get that funk from?
(Huck-a-buck! Ho!)
(You deserve
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
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
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
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
Track master run the race
Y'all too slow
Y'all better pick up
The pace now
We done came up
Pulling up like what
Now we in the cut
So what's up
We keep it
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