Straight Outta KY

Album cover art for "Straight Outta KY" by Bukshot & A. Lee of The Mob & Slugga Boyz & Hostile (Rapper)

Bukshot & A. Lee of The Mob & Slugga Boyz & Hostile (Rapper) - Rap, Gangsta Rap

Straight Outta KY

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[Intro: Vito Banga] This is straight outta KY. I bring to you Bukshot: The Problem and right now you're getting ready to learn a valuable lesson [Verse 1: Bukshot] Straight outta KY, crazy motherfucker named Bukshot (that's me) Smashing through The Ville in a red trop I'm a dump-truck dumping lead rocks When I let it Buk (ca ca ca ca ca ca), heads rock If I'm caught off (yeah), I got a sawed-off (yeah) Lets it go, someone's getting hauled off (bow) 12-gauge pump is the tool (that's right) Don't make me act a motherfucking fool Gots a Louisville slugger named Fuck Y'all Funny thing, I don't even play ball Black fitted, black T, I can get wicked in these black PCs A.P.B. calling on cars They looking for the drop, switch to the dime Should call Hoes (where you at?) Hull a throw away Meet me at the spot, don't forget the throwaways [Bridge: Vito Banga] Yeah, this guy here. Some say he's tall but, that cast a big shadow. A. Lee you ready? Get in there [Verse 2: A. Lee] It's A. Lee in the motherfucking flesh for real (yeah) With three ghetto motherfuckers and they dressed to kill (what up?) Best believe they in all black (yeah) You carry them long mags riding in the Lac strapped ready for combat (come on) This ain't a game it could (naw) get you, itch your head (yeah) Or get your face televised you'll be missing it I don't hang around with lames in the games I'm not winning, bruh (naw) Thinking that I'm pussy a crime will be committed bruh This ain't a movie dawg (naw), we really with it Got something we want best believe we gon' get it (get a hit) Put it to they face let these motherfuckers feel it Exposing all pussies, I'm the one that's gon' reveal it, yeah (come on) Man you ain't talking 'bout nothing (naw) A whole lot of lip (lip), a whole lot of fronting (yeah) nigga don't be surprised when my niggas start coming (yeah) And bullets start flying and shells start dumping It's nothing [Bridge: Vito Banga] I know what y'all been hearing is dope. Everybody have they own pace going here and going there with it. But me I'm a man of speed like like, Bukshots S.R.T. Sluggaz give it to 'em [Verse 3: Mixed Magic] Who the fuck is that? Mixed Magic wraps don't crack your plastic baggies Wrap it up and then sell it for the L.O Straight out KY what's up hello You know me, fucked up bitches Mob-style music, fuck yo clique You cats won't buck, put up yo fists and see if a nigga don't bust yo shit These niggas must think I'm scared Through this homie, I'm prepared When guys see these Glocks and pumps like Buk what's good just pop the trunk Ups with beef, I'm down more ride I cut you peoples down to size You fuck with me you bound to die I'll fucking eat you clowns alive [Verse 4: Ghost B] Yeah, and I pick it up, I do it like I wants to KY motherfucka ride for my soldiers Hate like my bitch, she don't give you money choke her Won't roll over to my pockets on Oprah Cocky and I'm doper I be in my zone bruh Superhero Batman rappers need to joke her See me no more, yeah they call me Ghost bruh Mob-style music, little buddy it is over [Bridge: Vito Banga] Last but not damn least, big fellow. They tell me nine dogs slept in his shadow. Hoes what it is. Hit 'em with all you got [Verse 5: Hostile] Straight outta KY mufuckas call me Hostile And who you rolling with? Shit you know I'm mob-style It's time to mob now Hoes stay suited up Sluggers on deck, mufuckers get recruited up (yeah) I hit the 6-4, talking 'bout interstate Fuck a low-low, riding high since '98 (yeah) Go and get my plate, I'm hungry as a bird Shit really ain't fine, two of these bitches I swear It's like fishing in a barrel with a double-barrel I'm hitting bitches at your funeral like my name was Will Ferrell Then I'ma call up Bukshot and make a little magic Never see the shit coming like a motherfucking ghost got 'em Get 'em, got 'em good Get 'em, put 'em in the woods To the coons and the possums and the birds homie taste good [Outro: Vito Banga] This is mob-style music. This is a problem. This message was brought to you by Vito Banga of the Nappy Roots. And I damn approve this message

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Credits

Writers
  • Hostile (Rapper)
  • Slugga Boyz
  • A. Lee of The Mob
  • Bukshot