Cid Lost - Warren Buffet Lyrics

Yeah, that boy talking down, but he be broke
Ever since I made a buck fifty, niggas fuck with me, they a joke
And that chopper gon' sing like Aretha, baby
We gon' pull up with choppers they blow, oh
In my zone, bitch I'm gone
Me and Lil Zeta be smoking on chrome
Walk in, it's jumping
I got a Glock in the back of the back of the back of the function
Niggas be bluffing, bitch, I'm the best on the news
So fuck a debate or discussion
She wanna fuck me, ain't you the same one my homie was talking bout
That bitch disgusting, that bitch she musty
I feel like I forgot English, boy, what in the fuck is a budget
I want a wallet like Warren Buffet
Bitch, I feel like I'm Steph Curry, I be scoring buckets
And we might go to war and run it
And that Glock is invisible because I tummy tuck it
Do not talk bout the poor budget
If you want you a feature then you gotta show hundreds
I'm addicted to more money, snow bunnies, especially a shorty that get her own money
Damn, like damn, what the fuck are you saying
I could spend all of my effort on commas and guala
Bitch, I still do not know what you saying
Bitch, I'm finna pull up where you laying
Say that shit one more time and we blazing
Say that shit one more and you die
Nigga, it ain't gon' be no escaping
Money chasing, oppers skating
That boy get pruned, just like raisin
Pop whoever, Glock ain't racist
Sha'carri Richardson, bitch, I ain't racing
I got a Glock, and he wanna take it
Her hands on my dick, like she was taste it
Her spine and her back, I'm finna rearrange it
Had that bitch moaning in a different language
That boy talking down, but he be broke
Ever since I made a buck fifty, niggas fuck with me, they a joke
And that chopper gon' sing like Aretha, baby
We gon' pull up with choppers they blow, oh
In my zone, bitch I'm gone
Me and Lil Zeta be smoking on chrome
Walk in the trap house
You got a problem with me or my niggas, we bringing the macs out
I'm finna spazz out
'Sup with the bitch, cause I hit from the front, and so I blew her back out
That bitch Italian, I told her "Ciao, ciao"
Do me wrong, I beat your ass like "Pow, pow"
Nigga, I get your daddy hit cause he a clown clown
Bitch, we go, and that's what I said
Run up on me then your ass is dead
He not a pencil, but he catch this lead
My chopper finna have him walking SPED
Listen, I don't mean no disrespect, but you a bitch, and I wish you was dead
By the way, your momma give some shitty head
Had to pass her to my bro instead
I want a wallet like Warren Buffet
(Bro- bro instead)
And that Glock is invisible because I tummy tuck it
Had to pass her to my bro instead
(I want a wallet like Warren Buffet)
Yo, this bitch tweaking!

Yeah, that boy talking down, but he be broke
Ever since I made a buck fifty, niggas fuck with me, they a joke
And that chopper gon' sing like Aretha, baby
We gon' pull up with choppers they blow, oh
In my zone, bitch I'm gone
Me and Lil Zeta be smoking on chrome
Walk in, it's jumping
I got a Glock in the back of the back of the back of the function
Niggas be bluffing, bitch, I'm the best on the news
So fuck a debate or discussion
She wanna fuck me, ain't you the same one my homie was talking bout
That bitch disgusting, that bitch she musty
I feel like I forgot English, boy, what in the fuck is a budget
I want a wallet like Warren Buffet
Bitch, I feel like I'm Steph Curry, I be scoring buckets
And we might go to war and run it
And that Glock is invisible because I tummy tuck it
Do not talk bout the poor budget
If you want you a feature then you gotta show hundreds
I'm addicted to more money, snow bunnies, especially a shorty that get her own money
Damn, like damn, what the fuck are you saying
I could spend all of my effort on commas and guala
Bitch, I still do not know what you saying
Bitch, I'm finna pull up where you laying
Say that shit one more time and we blazing
Say that shit one more and you die
Nigga, it ain't gon' be no escaping
Money chasing, oppers skating
That boy get pruned, just like raisin
Pop whoever, Glock ain't racist
Sha'carri Richardson, bitch, I ain't racing
I got a Glock, and he wanna take it
Her hands on my dick, like she was taste it
Her spine and her back, I'm finna rearrange it
Had that bitch moaning in a different language
That boy talking down, but he be broke
Ever since I made a buck fifty, niggas fuck with me, they a joke
And that chopper gon' sing like Aretha, baby
We gon' pull up with choppers they blow, oh
In my zone, bitch I'm gone
Me and Lil Zeta be smoking on chrome
Walk in the trap house
You got a problem with me or my niggas, we bringing the macs out
I'm finna spazz out
'Sup with the bitch, cause I hit from the front, and so I blew her back out
That bitch Italian, I told her "Ciao, ciao"
Do me wrong, I beat your ass like "Pow, pow"
Nigga, I get your daddy hit cause he a clown clown
Bitch, we go, and that's what I said
Run up on me then your ass is dead
He not a pencil, but he catch this lead
My chopper finna have him walking SPED
Listen, I don't mean no disrespect, but you a bitch, and I wish you was dead
By the way, your momma give some shitty head
Had to pass her to my bro instead
I want a wallet like Warren Buffet
(Bro- bro instead)
And that Glock is invisible because I tummy tuck it
Had to pass her to my bro instead
(I want a wallet like Warren Buffet)
Yo, this bitch tweaking!