Bucks lyrics

I’m tired of the f*ckery, you know what’s up
Bullets stay stuck to me, I keep it tucked
She keep on callin’, she wanna f*ck (Uh-huh)
40 missed calls, I’m off double cups
Watch me start ballin’, like I’m on the bucks
Brodie off pills, swervin’ in the truck
He ain’t got no chill, he gon’ f*ck it up
Slide through that block, lookin’ for a chump
If we see a opp, I swear that he gone (I swear that he gone)
These hoes they be wildin’, no I ain’t the one (No I ain’t the one)
Movin’ real right, so I am the one
Jeans too tight, no I cannot run
I got a nice grip, tucked in my amiris
She like play that song I just wanna hear it
They sa—
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—on the run
Uh-huh, now I gotta run
Ds on my ass, cause I got a gun (Ds on my ass)
Adrenaline rushin’, I’m like “what the f*ck?” (I’m like “what the f*ck?”)
They say I’m they brother, but they ain’t do nun (And they ain’t do what?)
f*ck all ‘em n*ggas man they really goofy (They really)
I got a new Glock and I’mma boom it
I got some new guap, she wanna do me
I only do thots, I like ‘em boujee (I only, damn)
She wanna take pics, this moment exclusive
f*ck all the opps, what y’all really doin’?
Uh-huh, broski he with me, he totin’ the stitch
And he movin’ real tact