Keep It a Buck

(Yeah, okay Daniel)

(Uh, uh)
B-B-Big pound, big stick hold about 30
And I'll empty the clip if a nigga wan' play
Got a shooter behind me, he do what I say
F-Fuck niggas lame (Lame as shit)
Label my Glock and you call it insane
Get up on me and I'll bet you'll feel pain
Pistols with .30s and .30s, we mop shit

Watch this, look at the way at we stomp him
Track his ass down, now we shootin' with logic
Pop out the cut and I bet that he nauseous
Open his head now his brains on the floor (Get on, nigga)
Find his lil' homie, now kick down his door
The way that we get him, we hunt him like boar
Step up to me and I'm handin' out halos
Whip out the strap and I bet that he lay low (Pick it up, nigga)

(Uh, uh)
Too real for the game, nigga, keep it a buck (Too real)
Not talkin' 'bout school, but he shit out of luck
I aim for the grind, got my bands doin' push-ups
Mac to his head, now his ass wanna update (Update)
Bullets gon' hit 'em so far, think he upstate (Upstate)
Perc' in my body, I be ready to huck
Send him a pic and he's ready to duck
Like what? (Like what?)
L-L-Like what is you doin'?
Don't think he be human, don't think he can change (Uh-huh)
All masked up in a Range, (What?) Niggas be strange (Strange)
Send two shots, rearrange (Bah, bah)
Slide on his block and his gang, hit up his main (Yeah)
Bring him to God and the Lord (Yeah)
Diamonds shine brighter than a knight with a sword (Uh-huh)
Walk down an opp' in the night, I be bored (I be, phew)

I-I got my left wrist on froze (Left wrist on froze)
I-I got Balencis on toes
I flex the racks in all of my pose (In all of my poses, nigga)
F-F-Feds pull up, nigga, I'm ghost
I hop out the whip and I'm ready to go
Clutchin' my Glock and it's ready to blow
They speak on Adonis, that youngin a goat
So many fallen, I keep me a pole
Me and my brothers, we chasin' that bag
Since a lil' kid, a nigga been bad
Streets so vicious, uh (Lame as shit)
Losin' my bro, man, that shit hit different
Speak on my brother, these niggas don't get it
Step up to me, I really be with it
W-Whip out the Drac' and I'm spinnin' yo' fidget (Uh, uh)

B-B-Big pound, big stick hold about 30
And I'll empty the clip if a nigga wan' play
Got a shooter behind me, he do what I say
F-Fuck niggas lame (Lame as shit)
Label my Glock and you call it insane
Get up on me and I'll bet you'll feel pain
Pistols with .30s and .30s, we mop shit

Watch how these bullets gon' hawk him
Talk all that shit, we gon' pop him
I shoot that heat like I'm Dhalism
Man, these niggas be sweet, add the frostin'
You ain't even never been in no drill (What)
You ain't even never put in no work (Yeah)
You ain't even never catch no charge
You a soft lil' nigga that think he hard (Nah, nah)

I keep a big Mac, I ask for the large
I've been smokin' these opps, I've been goin' to Mars (On God)
He a stupid ass nigga that just dropped his stick
We hit 'em 'bout twice, then his ass ran far (Uh-huh)
Bodies, they be droppin' (Yeah)
Walk in the store and I say what I'm coppin' (On God)
She wanna sip on my lean, Oxycontin (She what?)
He say that he tough, well, nigga he floppin' (Floppin')
Uh (Uh, uh), uh (Yeah, yeah, just keep it a buck)
There's a scope on the Glock with a beam with a flash
Me and my niggas pull up, we got .40s and blickies that's ready to blow and go bash (Bah, bah)
Choppa be ready to fuck, we got killers and trappers that's ready to go and go dash (Hey)
Pop a xan, I be tryna stay woke
Too much racks in the safe, I got loafs (Got too many loafs, nigga)

(Too real for the game, nigga, keep it a buck)
(Not talkin' 'bout school, but he shit out of luck)
(Too real for the game, nigga, keep it a buck)
(I aim for the grind, got my bands doin' push-ups)