Get Bucked

Lyrics

[Chorus] All my niggas, if you feel what I'm saying, get buck If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin' club up High 'til I die, let me hear you say it with me Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy Niggas, if you feel what I'm saying, get buck If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin' club up High 'til I die, let me hear you say it with me Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy [Verse 1] Time to take this shit to a level many thought was dead Recording what I read, and try to fuck up a nigga head Not saying 'fuck peace,' but now ain't the time for that Grab the mic, and show a muthafucka where it's at Twisted off the dope I twisted, flip and lift it Enlisted in this hip-hop business to get them riches Hardcore freaky bitches dig me 'cause I shoot much game Fuck the fame, fuck your name, Ball ain't lame Aggravated, barbiturates, and bong hits Mixed with D10 clips, talon tip zip Cutting wind, put a bitch life to an end Stop your grin, put a baguette print on your chin Ain't no friends in this dirty game we all play That's why we gotta pray and thank the Lord for another day Kill with a pen, Memphian, Babylonian Widespread destruction as the whole world ends [Chorus] All my niggas, if you feel what I'm saying, get buck If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin' club up High 'til I die, let me hear you say it with me Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy Niggas, if you feel what I'm saying, get bucked If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin' club up High 'til I die, let me hear you say it with me Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy [Verse 2] We gets live when the beat's bumpin', smoking something Lyrical homicides lead to late night body dumpin' Stumblin', bass rumblin', bitches mumblin' Thinking they the bomb when they known for dick fondlin' I be wondering who can flip it like Eightball and Rip a stage apart like I do them bitches drawers, man Pause, man, if you thinking you can withstand Poetic pimpin' trappin' hoes like quicksand Big man, big Ball, fuckin' up all of y'all Before I learned to crawl, dawg, I was taught to ball Taught to get up when I fall, and play them hoes And keep that white shit out of my muthafuckin' nose Hey cheeba—definition: smoking reefer The shit I smoke ain't cheaper but it makes you think deeper Take it how you wanna take it while I break it down, bitch It ain't no mistaking this with that fake gangsta shit [Chorus] All my niggas, if you feel what I'm saying, get buck If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin' club up High 'til I die, let me hear you say it with me Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy Niggas, if you feel what I'm saying, get bucked If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin' club up High 'til I die, let me hear you say it with me Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy [Verse 3] Fake niggas wanna act like they got heart but they don't fool me Drunk ass flaugin' niggas tryna get unruly Do me and die from all, the shit I be poppin' Heart stoppin', droppin' bombs like the Green Goblin Gothic prophet preaching to my lost civilization Medication turn my sanity to sanitation What's real, though, is how my brain create the flow Mouth spit the flow of how the South kicked in the door Pull raps like gats and told you bitches to step back Drive-by style, nigga, riding one of T-Mix tracks Spittin' facts, 'cause fiction get the Feds' attention Agents taking pictures, buggin', tryna hear me mention Drug connections, and thug connections Hoes I had sex with, and niggas I had to flex with But I be on some 3004 shit, futuristic space age pimp shit And ain't nothin' stopping this [Chorus] All my niggas, if you feel what I'm saying, get buck If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin' club up High 'til I die, let me hear you say it with me Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy Niggas, if you feel what I'm saying, get bucked If some niggas wanna flex, we can tear the fuckin' club up High 'til I die, let me hear you say it with me Fuck a trick, buck a bitch, death to my enemy