Buck. Freestyle
Lyrics
Bitch i'm gassed up
Man i got my cash up
Nigga catch up
This a louis bag huh
Pushing jags huh
It drive like a nascar
Aye you a peon
I die for this vlone
Vlone thug
Put it on my tombstone
Gotta watch these niggas
Boy you bet not move wrong
I like cars you can't see thru
Ask about my granny in the hood she a g too
Run this hoe like redo
Who run it like we do me boo
I got champagne slide thru
If you feel nasty bring yo friend too
He ain't never wore no Raf Simons
Never had A$AP hit em
Do the dash then i spin it
Get the cash then i spend it
From the cradle to the grave put in work
Thank the lord for the days say my grace first
Grass look greener on this side
we came from the dirt
Get down on ya knees pray to me
i need face first
THIS NIGGA MACK GOING STUPID!
Aye Aye
Stunt man stunt man
Man i came to stunt
Street sweeper in my hand
Go n get the dustpan
Chilling w my nigga "2 door" couped up, Pluto
Fist up I give no fucks
I could be up 10 bandz
Move like i got 5 bucks
They say diamonds are for everyone
Pick you one get you one
I just need two cups
Sheesh look what i become
Girl you such a tease
Run it like athlete
OFF-WHITE OFF-WHITE
What you speak? Guapanese
If you cop from me no refunds no receipts
Come fuck with the mack
Let's get to this cash baby
Lil hoe you ain't shit
You ain't met my last lady
Money calling me
I love this relationship
When i pull out this pack
Man i change the atmosphere
Get yo squad up
Get yo wad up
Got my name on that
Treat her like a honda
Yo girl grant me wishes
Yeah we call her wanda
Writer(s): Zachary Mack
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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