Buckets (final)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: D-Money] Run up the Youtube views with these fools like rappers Cause they got cool shoes andmakemusic Amusement for troublesomekids or great students Skip school, nobodyyoung has got a blueprint So who this? You might askIgotthe new shit Provento spell itout clearly make it loose And inducing the truth, so poof, that's what I'm doing Houdini, I cut em in half there's nothing left to it! Flow smooth so keep the record moving Investing my efforts I'm blessed so I bet I'm never losing Feel like my name fucking Mike Krzyzewski Top Dawg and other squads lack execution Yeah I just sit back, listen to riff raff Hypocritical shit, I'm tryna get on to this map Which rap? Gonna get me ahead on this track When it's me verse you? Feel like it's a fucking mismatch Dumb bitches get a dick slap Knock you off balance like you just got whiplash Tits, ass, food, weed, booze and big cash Is all a brother need, sick dude I'll get that In fact, I'm blessed, there's no need to be stressed I gotta pocket full of rubbers, sporting Mitchell & Ness She on top, work that ass and her tits on my chest Next morning wake up feeling simple and fresh Yep [Verse 2: C-$tacks] Yeah, yeah, let me rap a classic A fly young fella who be blowing through your static And when it comes to flowing, I be flowing automatic And bitches always hoeing like my Johnson must be Magic Ha! yeah I got it I don't lack it What I do? I raise the roof, that's the only tactic I'm speeding to the top while the rest are stuck in traffic You better watch the throne or I'll mothafucking snatch it So, what I got in store Is a mothafucking mic and a flow you can't ignore When you take flight? You come right back to the floor But when I reach the sky, I just fly, then I soar Yeah, uh, when it rain it fucking pours So I'm spitting out rhymes like a hurricane hits the shore When I say I'll kill a beat they don't doubt it anymore And now all these people like how we ain't heard this kid before? Huh? That's cause I don't spit a lot I'm just kidding, I spit every fucking day and when I'm not Rhymes still fill my head that I need to fucking drop It's non-stop, so check it, yeah, I ain't no flop It's hip hop, this shits hot, I'm talking outstanding They'll have you reprimanded for hearing my mic commanding I'm just ranting, bopping my head, and steady planning Cause one day ill be expanding What are you not understanding huh? [Outro: D-Money] Buckets, Swissshhh Buckets, Swissshhh Buckets, Swissshhh Buckets, Swissshhh