Buckets (feat. BIGBABYGUCCI)
Woke up like fuck it
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Woke up like fuck it
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Six speed on the dash, hope I never crash
Brodie told me put my foot on the gas
I'm boutta bag, she throw it back
She love to live in the fast, lane
I'm ballin check up the stats
They cross me up then, I'm acting a spaz
Can't trust a soul and that's facts
I had to double the bag
And no I'm not doubling back
Prada the toe, I had to add to my 0s
Grind till I'm pushin' that rolls
Stay on the low with my hoe
Got my heart broke now I'm cold
I told myself I'm the goat
Yeah
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Woke up like fuck it
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Aye, I got a bag, niggas they mad and they lookin
Try to come take it he shouldn't, he'll get tagged
Bet he gon melt like some puddin
Diamonds they big like some boogas
If my back on the ropes, bet I'm gon sell out the show
Know my boys kick in your door
Bitch I'm back on the road
Bitch, calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone
I pull up and I come through your zone
And my niggas we swipe through your home
I'm a dog and that bitch be a bone
Imma fuck her then I gotta go
All the bitches I fuck, they be tens
I don't want her, I fucked on her friends
And she fix her make-up in my rims
They like omg hop out a benz
Woke up like fuck it
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Woke up like fuck it
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Woke up like fuck it
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Six speed on the dash, hope I never crash
Brodie told me put my foot on the gas
I'm boutta bag, she throw it back
She love to live in the fast, lane
I'm ballin check up the stats
They cross me up then, I'm acting a spaz
Can't trust a soul and that's facts
I had to double the bag
And no I'm not doubling back
Prada the toe, I had to add to my 0s
Grind till I'm pushin' that rolls
Stay on the low with my hoe
Got my heart broke now I'm cold
I told myself I'm the goat
Yeah
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Woke up like fuck it
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Aye, I got a bag, niggas they mad and they lookin
Try to come take it he shouldn't, he'll get tagged
Bet he gon melt like some puddin
Diamonds they big like some boogas
If my back on the ropes, bet I'm gon sell out the show
Know my boys kick in your door
Bitch I'm back on the road
Bitch, calling my phone, bitch, leave me alone
I pull up and I come through your zone
And my niggas we swipe through your home
I'm a dog and that bitch be a bone
Imma fuck her then I gotta go
All the bitches I fuck, they be tens
I don't want her, I fucked on her friends
And she fix her make-up in my rims
They like omg hop out a benz
Woke up like fuck it
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Woke up like fuck it
I'm turning nothing to somethin
Pull up and I drain a bucket, bumpin
I put the block on this wave and they bussin
Cross up the homie he bussin, she throwin' ass
Baby tell me when we fucking
She throw it back for some cash
I put this shit on she love it
Back to back shorty, we stunting
Pull up we stunting
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Adam Backhaus, Mark Montalbano
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