Usher Bucks lyrics

[Intro]
(Energy made this one)
What the hell?
How the hell?

[Verse]
Scared of Energy, he pulled up in some black Forces
How the hell I'm skinny but keep gettin' all these fat portions?
I'm the real legend killer, I'll smack Orton
They keep sayin' blow and take a minute, guess I'm fast forwardin'
Beat your b*tch fast, run it back like a replay
Fingers on her, uh, rockin' back like a DJ
In the deep with the GlockBoyz like I'm TeeJaee
It's crazy they just let Dugg free, and now we pay
'Cause I was broke when he made that damn song
They all thought I was a joke, then I proved 'em all wrong
Short trip to the mall 'cause you know my racks long
Your b*tch say I got no flaws and she say I got it all
Your b*tch know I keep it with me and I got that sh*t on
I got fans all in my DM, "When you droppin' that song?"
Boy, you broke, tryna take your XBox to the pawn
I got b*tches on my di*k 'cause I'm droppin' with Tron
When you drop, we gon' yawn, when I drop, it's alert mode
Legend in the makin', I just rocked in my first show
Your b*tch pull up on me pattin' down, where the Perc' go?
Say she wanna f*ck because I told her I'm a Virgo
But I know she wanna f*ck 'cause my bag big
Smokin' on that loud like it's dirtball adlib (Dirtball adlib!)
Rollin' up that little box, I'm smokin' cat p*ss (Cat p*ss!)
Backstage Mulatto show, I'm tryna f*ck a rat b*tch (Tryna f*ck a rat b*tch!)
Before the rap, I swear I had a five inside my matress
I'm in the booth, I'm spittin' in this b*tch, I got a bad lisp
Thinkin' you beefin' with it, that boy finna drop a, okay
Thinkin' you beefin' with it, that boy finna drop a bag diss
I don't ever see him with it, think he beefin' with the bag
If he think he finna, uh, then I'm reachin' in the bag
Like a motherf*ckin' nap, b*tch, I'm deep inside the bag
I just gave a fiend a puff, he got to tweakin' off a drag
I might take a trip to Pheonix, make another hit with Marc
Chain came with night vision, you can see it when it's dark
Baby, I'm a strike shooter, I ain't comin' with the arc
When you with me, act like it, b*tch, you f*ckin' with a star
b*tch, you f*ckin' with a star, chain hittin' like a light show
At the club prayin' you get lucky like a dice roll
Pick her up, have her rollin' over, I'm a maestro
Fourth quarter, last second shot, call her [?]
Shawty told me pull up for the pus*y, sh*t, I might go
If you ever wrote a damn statement, hope you die slow
sh*t, that's really only if you claimin' [?]
Star player cleanin' out the sink, I'm drainin' [?]
Hotel clerk wanna f*ck 'cause I came with bucks
Think he f*ckin' with me, that ain't 'za, that's angel dust
Think he havin' money, them ain't racks, that's Usher bucks
Shawty get to trippin', give her di*k and hush her up
Goddamn, 'za hit like a sucker punch
Playin' blitz the league with your b*tch, I'ma bust her gut