f*ck Around (Buck) lyrics

[Intro]
Gotta keep it brand new
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas man
Uh, uh, uh
Uh

[Verse]
Disrespectin' me
b*tch the boss man not havin' that
Ridin' in that Maserati and that sh*t is jet black
f*ck you n*ggas talkin' bout? I been getting cash, hoe
Have my hitman come and shoot you in the as*h*le
Pause, no homo
b*tch I'm with that mob sh*t
f*ck around and cut your head off, hang it by your di*k
Never gave a f*ck, b*tch I'm filthy rich
And I'm connected with fifty bricks
Totin' them fifty clips'll put your ass up in a ditch
Real sh*t, n*gga, f*ck you talkin' bout
Please don't get up on my sh*t-list
Wipin' out every n*gga on my hit-list
Soulja Boy Tell'Em, b*tch I'm flexin' no fitness
f*ck what you heard, man my n*gga be totin' that big sh*t
Master plan, yeah I'm talkin' immaculate plans
Cuh I'm talkin' them racks and bands
f*ck these n*ggas talkin' bout, can't understand
Understand, that we takin' over twenty-twelve bruh
f*ck you n*ggas talkin' bout, give the city hell bruh
Ridin' through my city and I'm feeling like a lick
Man my n*ggas gettin' money and we never gave a sh*t
And I done told you this
And I represent that sh*t, man
PBM flip, Pretty Boy Gang when I flip
Man you already know it's them westside hittas
Came in the club, man I'm lookin' like a ticket
Young Dre, A.K.A, get that cash off him
Soulja Tell'Em no problem goddamn that n*gga offed him
Off tell, off tell my b*tch, got them bags on
Never gave a f*ck, b*tch, I'm bout to bring them bags on
Lil Dre, A.K.A, got the trap goin' crazy
Tatted up my whole throat
b*tches wanna be my lady, damn
I'm retro, goddamn this vintage
Yuh
Young Jesus, and I ain't even finished
Soulja Boy Tell'Em, I keep killin' these rap n*ggas
50/13, I'm still up in the trap n*gga
Where I'm at posted
Countin' like a n*gga, young n*gga gettin' money
Worth about a brick
Young n*gga came in, gold on my fist
Gold on my di*k
b*tch, I'm that n*gga
Number one contender
Came in swag and you see it in the mirror
Young Soulja Tell'Em goddamn that n*gga gettin' it
Lil Dre for real though
One hunnid million
Put that on the 10-4
Put it in, racked up
And they hit my phone
And I hit one word and we bout to ride
Ten shots, imma let it slide
Got the same guns
That came from Bedstuy
And I'm still in the building
Racked up shawty take your yellow bone it's realer
Never gave a f*ck, b*tch I'm all about a dinero
Pesos, cashed up for real though
n*ggas on that f*ck sh*t
b*tch I'm feeling so damn swagged up
Standin' on the TV screen, ain't even got no brag bruh
Ain't even got no mask bruh
Robbin' these f*ck n*ggas
Soulja Boy Tell'Em imma bust quicker
f*ck around and buck