Buk Wild (feat. Buk) [Hyphy Version]

Baby we can roam like Caesar
Everyday dressed and a nigga ain't sneezed yet
Strapped while you suckers underarm like a Speed Stick
Real rich city, a privilege to be with
Privilege for me, bitch, forty dollar pint
Energizer born off a forty dollar Sprite
Cowgirl in a Mustang, Toy Story hype
To infinity and back, bitch, story of my life
Matter of fact, cut the crap (bitch)
You going or you not (bitch)
I'm knowing that you work, but you hoeing on the side (bitch)
She look shocked
I ain't judging you, ma
Cause off top, I respect the hustle and grind
A lot of bitches out here fucking and they touching the dime
Wondering why they broke and they stuck in the vine
Cause that bitch dodging blades like she juggling knives
She's just waiting to get bagged like a grocery line

Bitch, I see it
Bitch, I can't believe it
Like, ugh, bitch, I see it
Huh? Where the fuck you get your weave at?
Bitch, nah, I'm cool, though
Bitch, hella rude, though
I said, bitch, nah, I'm cool, bro
Hey, hey, look, look

Red lights, I'ma run it, run it like Chris Brown
End zone dance as soon as I touch down
I be on site kicking, nigga, what's up now?
Hit him in the numbers and stuff him on fourth down
I'm shutting the crowd up and shutting this bitch down
Dumping Swish guts all over that bitch house
Eating snacks, she possibly got a child
Rip guts, get sucked and dump in that bitch mouth
Put her down for the count and I run through that bitch house like DMC
Don't speak on me
I'll knock that boy out them Adidas like a GMC
Them niggas pressing up behind me ain't with TMZ
I'm big flashing in every window like the DMV
And that's real talk radio on G.O.D
I'm at a drug test now with some tree on me
Bitch, Buk go crazy

Say, bitch
Say, bitch
Bitch, nah, look
Huh, look

Put your hands up, nigga, it's a robbery
I run laps on squares like Monopoly
I'm an issue, way more than what your problem be
A squad full of bullies knocking fullies where your mama sleeping
Now who's trying to speak on this corrupted shit?
We get money, bust guns, nigga, fuck your bitch
But this rap shit's real and I love this shit
Nigga, on my mama, Buk go wit no sucka shit
So who you fucking with, bro cause we rock hard
Cock hard, getting chopped off in Oxnard
Don't drop bars like them niggas in prison showers
Cause we bout what we write in these raps, you's a coward
Make dough like flour, exceeding my miles per hour
You run with some sweet niggas
My patch of kids is sour
And in full power and respect can you blame me?
I sock niggas like homie, don't play me
Nigga, or get ghost, Swayze
Or put your hands in the sky like you crazy
Niggas, we getting money like Asians
Chopper steady spitting like a llama wearing braces
Legend like Liu Kang is, I'm bicycling kicking
Off purple pills and powder, eyes big as a chameleon
Hide your women and children
KM out to make a killing
Silencing pussy niggas, claiming that they realest
We in it for the paper, you in it for the bitches
You speaking what you see but we be speaking what we living
Higher than any building, grilling first class call girls
One of them was your baby mama, it's a small world
Yup, so I gassed and went all for it
Later had them naked, turning over like a backboard
Back door, nigga, where I got it, so I left it there
Stuck in shock like a motherfucking electric chair
Buk star KM, so reelect the mayor
38-six shots gon' rip off your fucking head
Bitch, and I really don't fucking care
Don't give a shit, two fucks, nor a goddamn
Got hands, and I let them go like they got canned
You gon' respect every second, nigga, watch hands
Or watch fam spasm two sticks like it's rock band
Nigga, stop playin' with me

Bitch, I see it
Bitch, I can't believe it
Like, ugh, bitch, I see it
Huh, where the fuck you get your weave at?
Bitch, nah, I'm cool, though
Bitch, hella rude, though
I said, bitch, nah, I'm cool, bro
Hey, hey, look
Thank you, okay