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Lyrics : Buck Fifty
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(Carlton)
(Eighteen)
Keep it a buck fifty, oh-oh
Yeah
I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't f**k with me (Uh-uh)
Try to run on me (What?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah)
In the trap, I was water whippin' (Uh)
I'm f**kin' on a thot, in her kidney (Uh)
n***a, this my city (Uh-huh)
Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Skrrt)
Burn or somethin'
I'm on your ass like go earn you somethin'
Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis
Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma buy her somethin'
I don't go shopping without my gun
.30 on me, why I take Codeine with the blunt
.40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz, uh
Livin' my life, on the money hunt, uh
Uh, smokin' these Runtz
Hitting your b*t*h from the back and front, uh, uh
I'm in the cut, I'm legit off a [?] f**k on your b*t*h all night long
I got thugs inside my house, one way in and onе way out
Put my d**k up in they mouth, tryna feel what they talking 'bout
I'm in coach all alone, in a truck, feel likе Birdman, I'm a Young Stunna, uh
Not a pedestrian, I shoot a movie like cameras, gun in and gun out
b*t*h, I'm a superstar, I might pull up in a supercar f**kin' yo' mama
Drive the Hellcat like a NASCAR
I'm with my slatt, got my gun drawn
Opps comin' from everywhere, Call Of Duty, I'm James Bond
I got killers everywhere, bullsh*t is what they're on
It's three strikes in this game of life, but I ain't worried, I'm Barry Bonds
I got the Burberry, I feel like Rick James
Or maybe Rick and Morty 'cause my life is insane
(Carlton)
(Eighteen)
Keep it a buck fifty, oh-oh
Yeah
I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't f**k with me (Uh-uh)
Try to run on me (What?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah)
In the trap, I was water whippin' (Uh)
I'm f**kin' on a thot, in her kidney (Uh)
n***a, this my city (Uh-huh)
Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Skrrt)
Burn or somethin'
I'm on your ass like go earn you somethin'
Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis
Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma buy her somethin'
I don't go shopping without my gun
.30 on me, why I take Codeine with the blunt
.40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz, uh
Livin' my life, on the money hunt, uh
Uh, smokin' these Runtz
Hitting your b*t*h from the back and front, uh, uh
I'm in the cut, I'm legit off a [?] f**k on your b*t*h all night long
I got thugs inside my house, one way in and onе way out
Put my d**k up in they mouth, tryna feel what they talking 'bout
I'm in coach all alone, in a truck, feel likе Birdman, I'm a Young Stunna, uh
Not a pedestrian, I shoot a movie like cameras, gun in and gun out
b*t*h, I'm a superstar, I might pull up in a supercar f**kin' yo' mama
Drive the Hellcat like a NASCAR
I'm with my slatt, got my gun drawn
Opps comin' from everywhere, Call Of Duty, I'm James Bond
I got killers everywhere, bullsh*t is what they're on
It's three strikes in this game of life, but I ain't worried, I'm Barry Bonds
I got the Burberry, I feel like Rick James
Or maybe Rick and Morty 'cause my life is insane
