bbs .
I'm finna fuck up and this bitch ran out
When the sun go down, me and the gang pop out
Put the blunt to the face, I just turnt up the house
You just ran out of luck, but I ran up my bucks
Don't worry bout me tryna look at my cup
And I hope you aint lacking, you keep that shit tucked
Yeah, U gotta keep that shit tucked
U gotta keep that shit tucked
Yeah, U gotta keep that shit tucked
U gotta keep that shit tucked
Can't go out bad, can't go out sad
Fuck nigga he lame got broke boy sway
Yeah, he got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Huh, yeah, buddy got broke boy swag
You a bitch in the street, you a broke boy fan
This hoe calling me dad cuz I live like her dad
Hundred round in the clip and that bit finna spazz
Pass that hoe to the gang she unzipping her pants
She fuck wit da gang she a groupie, a fan
These niggas be hating, these nigga be plotting
But they ain't on shit like a motherfucking xan
And she throw that shit back, she pop shit for the bands
She wanna fuck not suck, tell that bitch stop playing
Buddy got broke boy swag
He don't got cash, he don't gotta Bag
I got it, I don't wanna brag
I got mine because I stuck to plan
You was on yo ass, I got off my ass, I run I ran
Say he got more swag than me, Oh my god, Oh ma
High in the sky like I'm peter pan
I'm a young nigga getting the bands
She off the molly no santan
I'm on the backstreet with man man
I do what I want, You do what you can
I already told yall to stop playing
Cartier Yeah it's all on my lens
I can't go broke boy what ya saying
Whoa, switch up the flow
These niggas ain't getting no money, cheese, gwalla, or no dough
I'm wearing the Off-White like the pros
I'm balling like D-White or D-Rose
Purple Cup, Purple Cup, Saints Row
Hurry Up, Hurry Up, get yo hoe
I don't want her no more
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag, Yeah
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag, Yeah
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag, Yeah
Buddy got broke boy swag, Yeah
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
When the sun go down, me and the gang pop out
Put the blunt to the face, I just turnt up the house
You just ran out of luck, but I ran up my bucks
Don't worry bout me tryna look at my cup
And I hope you aint lacking, you keep that shit tucked
Yeah, U gotta keep that shit tucked
U gotta keep that shit tucked
Yeah, U gotta keep that shit tucked
U gotta keep that shit tucked
Can't go out bad, can't go out sad
Fuck nigga he lame got broke boy sway
Yeah, he got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Huh, yeah, buddy got broke boy swag
You a bitch in the street, you a broke boy fan
This hoe calling me dad cuz I live like her dad
Hundred round in the clip and that bit finna spazz
Pass that hoe to the gang she unzipping her pants
She fuck wit da gang she a groupie, a fan
These niggas be hating, these nigga be plotting
But they ain't on shit like a motherfucking xan
And she throw that shit back, she pop shit for the bands
She wanna fuck not suck, tell that bitch stop playing
Buddy got broke boy swag
He don't got cash, he don't gotta Bag
I got it, I don't wanna brag
I got mine because I stuck to plan
You was on yo ass, I got off my ass, I run I ran
Say he got more swag than me, Oh my god, Oh ma
High in the sky like I'm peter pan
I'm a young nigga getting the bands
She off the molly no santan
I'm on the backstreet with man man
I do what I want, You do what you can
I already told yall to stop playing
Cartier Yeah it's all on my lens
I can't go broke boy what ya saying
Whoa, switch up the flow
These niggas ain't getting no money, cheese, gwalla, or no dough
I'm wearing the Off-White like the pros
I'm balling like D-White or D-Rose
Purple Cup, Purple Cup, Saints Row
Hurry Up, Hurry Up, get yo hoe
I don't want her no more
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag, Yeah
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag, Yeah
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag, Yeah
Buddy got broke boy swag, Yeah
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Buddy got broke boy swag
Credits
Writer(s): Cristian Mitchel, Gianni Grissom, Lil Mexiko (trick$et Baby)
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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