Xhulooo, ReeseyGotIt - Bucked Up Lyrics

They been waitin' askin' where I been
I been waitin' for rappers to finish so I can begin
Waitin' for my brothers to find their talent within
'Cause when I blow up, I'm not gon' be the only one that wins
They wanna know where I'm at, in the streets, bucked up
He told me he wanna fight, told lil' bruh pull up
Then he was acting confused like he ain't know, wassup
But it was because his shooters ain't come for the set-up, yea
I got it, like Reesey (Solo!)
I'm sleep now don't hit my feezy
They wanna know how, but it ain't easy
I copped a snowman now they call me Jeezy
Mhm, yup
He wanna fight? No!
Hangin' with my, bro
Got the chopper and you know its gon' blow
I gotta get the dough
You cannot stop the flow
When I see the green, I'm on go
And you see the diamonds they glow, aye
But where are your diamonds at, though
Your chain so sloppy, Joe
Got the bag and threw it on the floor
It's like I do not care anymore
Spent 4 racks at a store, for something I already wore
I get money, not doing chores
But, instead i get money from chores
I got cannon like Nick
Went to Gucci, then I spent a brick
I'm more entertaining than a trick
New shoes, yea, I got the drip
Ugh, Ugh, yea I'm sick
In the 'rari, watch it do a quick
Aye, Drake-nem said no new friends, bruh
So I only hang with my clique
But the opps be annoying like tick
Run up on me, then you gon' get hit
With my hands tho, 'cause I don't got a stick
But either way that's it, aye
N*ggas talkin' down on my name
F*ck the clout, keep the b*tches, I want money, then some fame
Got a shorty on my side, she can have my last name
Me & Xhulooo going brazy like a n*gga was deranged, ugh
B*tch I'm sick, got the flu, that's what money do
Cross 'em up, times 2, I never heard of you
Rollin' deep by myself, 'cause I don't need a crew
I keep it tucked in my belt, 'cause I can't wait to shoot
I sent that n*gga straight to hell I hope he fireproof
Versace all on my body, I know you see Medusa
Patek Philippe on my wrist, shoutout my n*gga Mu$$$a
That's that beamer pullin' up, so let me grab the Uzi
That's my baby pullin' up, and I'ma beat her c*ochie
You the type to write a statement on a f*ckin' looseleaf
And if I catch you 'round here, it's gon' be a shooting
I got clips for your b*tch so we can make a movie
All up in her, goin' nuts, 'cause that sh*t was juicy
N*ggas steady switchin' up, always actin spooky

They been waitin' askin' where I been
I been waitin' for rappers to finish so I can begin
Waitin' for my brothers to find their talent within
'Cause when I blow up, I'm not gon' be the only one that wins
They wanna know where I'm at, in the streets, bucked up
He told me he wanna fight, told lil' bruh pull up
Then he was acting confused like he ain't know, wassup
But it was because his shooters ain't come for the set-up, yea
I got it, like Reesey (Solo!)
I'm sleep now don't hit my feezy
They wanna know how, but it ain't easy
I copped a snowman now they call me Jeezy
Mhm, yup
He wanna fight? No!
Hangin' with my, bro
Got the chopper and you know its gon' blow
I gotta get the dough
You cannot stop the flow
When I see the green, I'm on go
And you see the diamonds they glow, aye
But where are your diamonds at, though
Your chain so sloppy, Joe
Got the bag and threw it on the floor
It's like I do not care anymore
Spent 4 racks at a store, for something I already wore
I get money, not doing chores
But, instead i get money from chores
I got cannon like Nick
Went to Gucci, then I spent a brick
I'm more entertaining than a trick
New shoes, yea, I got the drip
Ugh, Ugh, yea I'm sick
In the 'rari, watch it do a quick
Aye, Drake-nem said no new friends, bruh
So I only hang with my clique
But the opps be annoying like tick
Run up on me, then you gon' get hit
With my hands tho, 'cause I don't got a stick
But either way that's it, aye
N*ggas talkin' down on my name
F*ck the clout, keep the b*tches, I want money, then some fame
Got a shorty on my side, she can have my last name
Me & Xhulooo going brazy like a n*gga was deranged, ugh
B*tch I'm sick, got the flu, that's what money do
Cross 'em up, times 2, I never heard of you
Rollin' deep by myself, 'cause I don't need a crew
I keep it tucked in my belt, 'cause I can't wait to shoot
I sent that n*gga straight to hell I hope he fireproof
Versace all on my body, I know you see Medusa
Patek Philippe on my wrist, shoutout my n*gga Mu$$$a
That's that beamer pullin' up, so let me grab the Uzi
That's my baby pullin' up, and I'ma beat her c*ochie
You the type to write a statement on a f*ckin' looseleaf
And if I catch you 'round here, it's gon' be a shooting
I got clips for your b*tch so we can make a movie
All up in her, goin' nuts, 'cause that sh*t was juicy
N*ggas steady switchin' up, always actin spooky