Buck 50

歌詞

(Ayy, Scheme, you killed it) Yeah I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't fuck with me (Uh-uh) Try to run on me (What?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah, Grrah) In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh) I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh) Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city) Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me) Skrrt, swerve or somethin' Hop off on your ass and go earn some Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some I don't go shopping without my gun (Yeah) .30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Blunt) .40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Sticks), uh Livin' my life on the money hunt Hatin' on me, but they wanna be just like me, I know Jealousy is one of the ugliest things to show, oh Poppin' A-215s, the only thing that numbs Yeah, yeah, hit the plug, now I'm tryna get her some These drugs got me stuck inside a prison They put me in the groove, help me find my rhythm I take drugs and tote my pistol FN hangin' out Balenciaga denim Pockets got Death Race for Love money in 'em We set up shops, catch an opp then we skin 'em Then mail his head to his motherfuckin' children My goal is billions, I'm up millions Superstar, not a civilian Me and Ben Frank got cool, we chillin' I ain't mean to say chillin', bitch, I'm billin' At least I ain't drug dealin' Hit the mall and I spend me a lottery ticket I don't kick it with groupies, with my bitch, I'm bickin' it Me and her get so high, we can't feel ligaments Still fuckin' off of the Perkies, we intimate Leave Earth, we ain't comin' back, nigga I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't fuck with me (Uh-uh) Try to run on me (Yeah, what?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah, grrah, grrah) In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh, yeah) I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh, yeah) Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city) Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me) Skrrt, swerve or somethin' Hop off your ass and go earn some (Uh) Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis (Uh) Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some (Uh) I don't go shopping without my gun (Uh) .30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Uh) .40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Uh), uh Livin' my life on the money hunt Uh, smokin' these Runtz Hitting your bitch from the back and the front, uh, uh Poppin' these Percs, I might just go berserk and fuck on a bitch all night long I got thots inside my house, one way in and one way out Put my dick up in they mouth, tryna feel what they talking 'bout I'm at Coachella, double R on the truck, feel like Birdman, I'm a Young Stunna (Yeah) Not a pedestrian, I shoot a movie like cameras, Gunner and Gunna (Oh yeah) Bitch, I'm a superstar, I may pull up in a supercar fuckin' yo' mama Drive the Hellcat like a NASCAR Screamin' out, "Slatt," with my gun drawn Opps comin' from everywhere, Call of Duty how they spawn But I got killers everywhere, bullshit is what they're on It's three strikes in this game of life, but I ain't worried, I'm Barry Bonds Knock it out the park, Barry (I feel like Rick James) Or maybe Rick and Morty 'cause my life is insane I'ma keep it a buck fifty (Uh), you can't fuck with me (Uh-uh) Try to run on me (Yeah, what?), we gon' bust semi's (Grrah, grrah, grrah) In the trap house, water whippin' (Uh) I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (Uh) Nigga, this my city (Uh-huh, my city) Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (Ride with me) Skrrt, swerve or somethin' Hop off your ass and go earn some (Uh) Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis (Uh) Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some (Uh) I don't go shopping without my gun (Uh) .30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (Uh) .40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (Uh), uh Livin' my life on the money hunt (Carlton) (Eighteen) (Nuri the G.O.A.T)