Buck
I got a Glock when I walk in the buildin'
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be spinnin'
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be peelin'
Bitch I'm too high, you don't know how I'm feelin'
I got a Glock and that beam is attached
Come shop with me, I don't know you, get taxed
I got a nina, she love to attack
Your bitch in love and she sent me a text
She finna suck me, can't leave her on read
Can't get caught lackin', 'cause they want me dead
Call up a hoe 'cause I want me some head
I'm not a baker, but I got some bread
Socials ain't verified, still got a check
Your bitch came over, she gave me some neck
Look in my pockets and see that I'm blessed
I seen your IG and you look a mess
Don't need to trap to stack it up
I got them racks to back it up
Gotcha lil bitch and she backin' up
That bitch a fiend and she actin' up
Used to whip Hondas and Acuras
Now I'm in Porsches and Tonka trucks
Remember when I had a couple bucks
Now I got racks and they showin' up
Before, they was hatin', ain't give a fuck
But now they expect me to give em some
But now my heart cold, I can't show em love
I got a stick and im gettin' buck
I got a stick, put it in a bitch butt
Okay, that's nasty, I'm testin' my luck
Actin' a fool and I don't give a fuck
Bitch I'm so hot that I stand on the sun
I'm finna stack up and get me an Audemar
I'm finna stack up and get me a foreign car
I'm finna stack up and get me a couple more
I'm finna stack up 'cause that ain't enough
Try me and you get a hole in your head
Now he a bowling ball, knocking down pins
Fuckin' a bitch and I'm fuckin' her twin
Ain't takin' L's, I been takin' the win
Bitch I'm up next and I'm reaching the top
I'm with your bitch and she giving me slop
I don't need a chopper 'cause I got a Glock
Switch on that bitch so you know its gon' dump
Dump on a nigga and leavin' him slump
Tried to run up and now he lookin' dumb
Put him on Disney 'cause he actin' goofy
I got a pack and he smokin' loosies
I'm smackin' bitches right up on they booty
Gave her good dick 'cause she actin' so moody
I'm not a worker, but I got a toolie
Better not miss if you try to come shoot me
That ain't gon' happen 'cause I'll up it first
Bitch I'm in foreign, you dead in the hearse
I tried it the easy way, you made it worse
I bought her the birkin, I bought her the purse
She wanted the Louis, I got her some Prada
It costed a lot so it don't even matter
My pockets so deep and they been gettin' fatter
I ain't no rat, but I'm still gettin' cheddar
I spaz on the beat, but you can't do no better
I got me a chopper so fuck your Beretta
I got me some cheese like a pizza, Freschetta
I got a Glock when I walk in the building
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be spinnin'
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be peelin'
Bitch I'm too high, you don't know how I'm feelin'
I got a Glock and that beam is attached
Come shop with me, I don't know you, get taxed
I got a nina, she love to attack
Your bitch in love and she sent me a text
She finna suck me, can't leave her on read
Can't get caught lackin', 'cause they want me dead
Call up a hoe 'cause I want me some head
I'm not a baker, but I got some bread
Socials ain't verified, still got a check
Your bitch came over, she gave me some neck
Look in my pockets and see that I'm blessed
I seen your IG and you look a mess
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be spinnin'
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be peelin'
Bitch I'm too high, you don't know how I'm feelin'
I got a Glock and that beam is attached
Come shop with me, I don't know you, get taxed
I got a nina, she love to attack
Your bitch in love and she sent me a text
She finna suck me, can't leave her on read
Can't get caught lackin', 'cause they want me dead
Call up a hoe 'cause I want me some head
I'm not a baker, but I got some bread
Socials ain't verified, still got a check
Your bitch came over, she gave me some neck
Look in my pockets and see that I'm blessed
I seen your IG and you look a mess
Don't need to trap to stack it up
I got them racks to back it up
Gotcha lil bitch and she backin' up
That bitch a fiend and she actin' up
Used to whip Hondas and Acuras
Now I'm in Porsches and Tonka trucks
Remember when I had a couple bucks
Now I got racks and they showin' up
Before, they was hatin', ain't give a fuck
But now they expect me to give em some
But now my heart cold, I can't show em love
I got a stick and im gettin' buck
I got a stick, put it in a bitch butt
Okay, that's nasty, I'm testin' my luck
Actin' a fool and I don't give a fuck
Bitch I'm so hot that I stand on the sun
I'm finna stack up and get me an Audemar
I'm finna stack up and get me a foreign car
I'm finna stack up and get me a couple more
I'm finna stack up 'cause that ain't enough
Try me and you get a hole in your head
Now he a bowling ball, knocking down pins
Fuckin' a bitch and I'm fuckin' her twin
Ain't takin' L's, I been takin' the win
Bitch I'm up next and I'm reaching the top
I'm with your bitch and she giving me slop
I don't need a chopper 'cause I got a Glock
Switch on that bitch so you know its gon' dump
Dump on a nigga and leavin' him slump
Tried to run up and now he lookin' dumb
Put him on Disney 'cause he actin' goofy
I got a pack and he smokin' loosies
I'm smackin' bitches right up on they booty
Gave her good dick 'cause she actin' so moody
I'm not a worker, but I got a toolie
Better not miss if you try to come shoot me
That ain't gon' happen 'cause I'll up it first
Bitch I'm in foreign, you dead in the hearse
I tried it the easy way, you made it worse
I bought her the birkin, I bought her the purse
She wanted the Louis, I got her some Prada
It costed a lot so it don't even matter
My pockets so deep and they been gettin' fatter
I ain't no rat, but I'm still gettin' cheddar
I spaz on the beat, but you can't do no better
I got me a chopper so fuck your Beretta
I got me some cheese like a pizza, Freschetta
I got a Glock when I walk in the building
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be spinnin'
Skrt off the lot and my wheels they be peelin'
Bitch I'm too high, you don't know how I'm feelin'
I got a Glock and that beam is attached
Come shop with me, I don't know you, get taxed
I got a nina, she love to attack
Your bitch in love and she sent me a text
She finna suck me, can't leave her on read
Can't get caught lackin', 'cause they want me dead
Call up a hoe 'cause I want me some head
I'm not a baker, but I got some bread
Socials ain't verified, still got a check
Your bitch came over, she gave me some neck
Look in my pockets and see that I'm blessed
I seen your IG and you look a mess
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