Kirko Bangz

Buck, Buck, Buck
Pussy
Uh

Bitch
Buck, Buck, Buck
Yeah

Now her friend tryna come fuck on me
But she know she can't
Yeah, Got these racks stuffed all in my jeans
Soon as I leave the bank

Tryna be hood, we gon' blow off your brains
Snuck in the club with them thangs
I got that drink in my cup like Kirko Bangz
Niggas can't spill this drink

Them young niggas drill broad day
Give a fuck what he say
We got Glocks and K's
Look, buddy can't come this way

He was talking too crazy
Now he getting shot in his face
We got blicks in his whip
12 get behind me nigga

We gon' do the whole dash
He a bitch nigga getting mad behind these women
She fucking why you mad
Got the drop nigga
Now my dogs finna go sick em
Get on that ass

Got sticks, nigga
And you're walking around with a pistol
We gon' do that boy bad
Yeah, I don't even fuck with lil' buddy

I walk around with a 30
Have my shooter do that nigga real ugly
Nigga got him gone from a press of a button
And these niggas know that I came up from nothing

Yeah, that's why I come through stuntin'
Walk down with that blicky I'm bussing
Walk him down
We done had that boy running
Ayy

Dope boy tee I got dope on me
Ayy
Say she want me
She tryna fuck on me
Ayy
I got stoner weed
Now she come home with me
Ayy
Got her on her knees
But ion even know this bitch

Ayy