Keep It a Buck
Popping a bean
Fuck what you mean
These Niggas are hoes you might as well clean
I'm at your door it's Halloween
Not looking for candy this ain't trick or treat
Underrated what else can I be
It's no debating that I'm an MC
I am a king get down on your knees
I am so sick I got to sneeze
Bless you better not let niggas test you
Or finesse you cause they playing like some chest moves Disrespectful no baby I'm not The next hoe I'm the best though Niggas claim heterosexual but fuck with dicks like a Pistol
Goofy niggas smoking crystal
These rappers ass guess that's why it's called a shit show
You can have the Reggie me and my niggas smoke indo
Remember wearing PJ's playing my Nintendo
For real though
Don't send me none that wack ass shit I'm chill bro
No I do not fuck with you don't ask me for a repost
But you know I'll rap on it if it got enough zeros
You know ain't no fuckin way I'm turning down dineros
Ain't no way I'm turning down dineros I need them zeroes for mink coats and cheetos You fuck with me though
I'm hot as heat stoves unfair a cheat code
Pull up on me though watch yo shit get repoed
Put me inside the booth with any nigga you think can keep up
Make plenty figures And I keep it a buck like Giannis and Kris Middleton
Let me know when the shit begins
By myself never need a friend
All I got is gin and blunt rolled up in hemp
Don't fuck with skimps faced two high tolerance got a whip low mileages
I'm tired of kin wasn't there when I was kid
Now they wanna come around again
But I'm proud of Swiss
Cause I can't name one nigga from the sip rap as good as this
Fuck the police screw the pigs
Bitch Obese gotta screw the pig
Sorry Karen but it's a sin
Just like when you slept with your man's friend
Say what I want don't give a damn
Cause these people tell me I'm the man
Birds eye view look through the cam
Weigh up the grams don't fuck with the scams
Not talking bologna I'm going ham
I'm a champ Los Angeles rams
Got a championship ring on my hand
Smoking everywhere like chimneys
I blow fatties you smoke minis
Making money different cities
Nothing less than hundred fifties
Smoke so much they call us hippies
But we popping niggas kidneys
Blood so cold he called it chili
Roll his body in some phillies
Smoking everywhere like chimneys
I blow fatties you smoke minis
Making money different cities
Nothing less than hundred fifties
Smoke so much they call us hippies
But we popping niggas kidneys
Blood so cold he called it chili
Roll his body in some phillies
Fuck what you mean
These Niggas are hoes you might as well clean
I'm at your door it's Halloween
Not looking for candy this ain't trick or treat
Underrated what else can I be
It's no debating that I'm an MC
I am a king get down on your knees
I am so sick I got to sneeze
Bless you better not let niggas test you
Or finesse you cause they playing like some chest moves Disrespectful no baby I'm not The next hoe I'm the best though Niggas claim heterosexual but fuck with dicks like a Pistol
Goofy niggas smoking crystal
These rappers ass guess that's why it's called a shit show
You can have the Reggie me and my niggas smoke indo
Remember wearing PJ's playing my Nintendo
For real though
Don't send me none that wack ass shit I'm chill bro
No I do not fuck with you don't ask me for a repost
But you know I'll rap on it if it got enough zeros
You know ain't no fuckin way I'm turning down dineros
Ain't no way I'm turning down dineros I need them zeroes for mink coats and cheetos You fuck with me though
I'm hot as heat stoves unfair a cheat code
Pull up on me though watch yo shit get repoed
Put me inside the booth with any nigga you think can keep up
Make plenty figures And I keep it a buck like Giannis and Kris Middleton
Let me know when the shit begins
By myself never need a friend
All I got is gin and blunt rolled up in hemp
Don't fuck with skimps faced two high tolerance got a whip low mileages
I'm tired of kin wasn't there when I was kid
Now they wanna come around again
But I'm proud of Swiss
Cause I can't name one nigga from the sip rap as good as this
Fuck the police screw the pigs
Bitch Obese gotta screw the pig
Sorry Karen but it's a sin
Just like when you slept with your man's friend
Say what I want don't give a damn
Cause these people tell me I'm the man
Birds eye view look through the cam
Weigh up the grams don't fuck with the scams
Not talking bologna I'm going ham
I'm a champ Los Angeles rams
Got a championship ring on my hand
Smoking everywhere like chimneys
I blow fatties you smoke minis
Making money different cities
Nothing less than hundred fifties
Smoke so much they call us hippies
But we popping niggas kidneys
Blood so cold he called it chili
Roll his body in some phillies
Smoking everywhere like chimneys
I blow fatties you smoke minis
Making money different cities
Nothing less than hundred fifties
Smoke so much they call us hippies
But we popping niggas kidneys
Blood so cold he called it chili
Roll his body in some phillies
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Thompson Jr
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