Ridin in a truck yawk tucked in my nuts
Ps in the back alcohol in my gut
Young buck keep a slut gotta catch a nut
Left hand grip her hair right thumb in her butt
Gotta keep a Crunk pump stashed in the cut
For a punk just in case a nigga try to get tough
12 woop woop we fucked out of luck
But I'm M M M so you know I'm gone buck
Flying like a bird fishtail when I swerve
Off-road wheels give a fuck bout a curve
Hoes love a Memphis nigga when he say music
Walk like a Mac and I talk with a slur
Fool with the strap nigga fuck what you heard
Cool with the yak I ain't gotta sip syrup
I don't like a hoe who talk too much
Cause a ho that talk be good for the word
Yeh baby girl I'ma black haven gangsta
Where I come from they be twisted up fangaz
Pimpin no Simpin everything be dangerous
Skipping school running from the police bangin
Boom boom boom police at my grandma door middle school got caught with a O
Police ask me how tall I was I told that bitch I was 7 foot 4
G I live G I die ain't shit gone change you know me hoe
Nigga thought he was gone dis my street I walked outside beat his ass to the floor
Good with my hands and I'm good with my fingers so either I cannot go like a hoe
The buckiest of buckiest the crunkiest of crunkiest to keep it 100 don't play with me hoe
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
On you weak ass hoes!
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
On you weak ass hoes!
I was flat broke but it be like that sometimes
Fucking this bitch but I knew that she wasn't mine
Knows she a thot but we only text sometimes
Know she got kids but I ain't seen em 1 time
She want me to wife ha
Put her on the front line
She must think I turned right
At the dumb sign
U got the right nigga
But at the wrong time
Pull out my dick and
I tell her it's lunch time
Thinking so much
But I only vent sometimes
Turn on that boogie
And tell her it's hump time
I know I came late
But I feel like I'm on time
Jump in the booth
Neva tell how I'm gone rhyme
Jump in the booth
Never tell how I'm gone come
Both of em want me
So I'm fucking both of em
If one of em mad then I'm cutting of both of em
Yep then I'm cutting off both of em
Bitch I'm from Memphis
You know we be bucking
Jump in the field
Betta know this ain't rugby
Get yo ass checked
If you walk in here dusty
I'm with a bitch
With body like buffy
She got a nigga
But he ain't gone touch me
I'm in yo house
With the strap in my hoodie
She want wanna smoke
So I gave her some cookie
He don't want smoke
Cuz he know he a pussy
If u coming from here
Then u coming from nothing
I cant even trust ya blood
I had bucked on my cousin
It is what it is
And fuck what it wasn't
They say we can't smoke
But we smoking in public
Keep talking that shit
And get put on some crutches
Don't buy u no strap
If u ain't finna buss it
U ain't gone get it rich
If u don't take u a risk
Everybody that's rich
Gotta know they was bucking
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
On you weak ass hoes!
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
Buck the system, buck the system, buck the system, buck the system
On you weak ass hoes!
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