Cheflodeezy - Buck the Jack Lyrics

Buck da jack like Saquon
I’m hood chef like Rakweaon
Heater on me I stay warm
Make you tipsy dance like J-Kown
Hot boi napalm
i’m who she put her face on
Super chef no cape on
Yea cook cook like Daequan
They supa pressed like iron board
Dat chef love dey slide fo it.
Get supa neck like thyroids
Stay fresh fresh like altoids

Elevate, honor to my niggaz who be movin weight
Generate...double up the figures andale
Cuban bae...wanna suck dick bitch not today
Move to make..tryna move 4 by 4 ok

Ion even sells pills but my nigga phill got plug
So bitch I’m sellin pills now
Feel like a scientist bottle dey buyin it
Offerin da meds like am Bill nigh
Ion even sell lean but my nigga kick stand up
So poppin deez seals now
wonder how Dreadi stay up through the drought
Bitch I’m out in da feel now

Unannounced I get dis money and bounce
What’s da hate about you can’t move a ounce
80 rounds talkin and ya lose ya mouth
Ate me down, she only used her mouth

I digress...money don’t wait I chase my checks
Fuck niggaz wait all dey lives yes
I want a jet to fly private
Dats why my business I mind it
Way off da deep ends I find it
The highest mountains I climb it
Gutta don’t matter the climate

Buck da jack like Saquon
I’m hood chef like Rakweaon
Heater on me I stay warm
Make you tipsy dance like J-Kown
Hot boi napalm
i’m who she put her face on
Super chef no cape on
Yea cook cook like Daequan
They supa pressed like iron board
Dat chef love dey slide fo it
Get supa neck like thyroids
Stay fresh fresh like altoids

Round my way when you see da snakes
You gotta blitz it
I’m goinn to war against deez niggaz
Like I’m Richard Nixon
Hop out da whip
Blowin shit, got no time to fix it
Dog bun up Micheal Vick
But I ain’t goin to prison
I’m going to Tootsies watching pussy
Yeah my dog in da kitchen
Talk tough I call ya bluff
Den watch you fall from a distance
Catch you slippin in the club
We gon bump In da building
Deez Niggaz pussy like dykes
Sending threats through deez women

Deez crackaz blockin
Niggaz blockin wat da Fuck
Still often In da cut and my bills paid up
Cold stunna like Steve Austin
Ima get the hate often
Been buying bullets plottin
Chefy stackin shells up
Yep yep
Plus my ride bitchin right
With a fly bitch inside
Kush pack and the strap bitch fire hittin nice
Too fried, lavish Savage but ion see ice
So focused on my paper dat ion sleep right
Oh no