Lyrics
B-B-B-Buckroll
Yeah
The Feds tappin' all the phones, sayin' I'm with head tappers
Said I be with fet trappers, jack boys, and bread stackers
Keep it 'round me when I move, ain't tryna be no dead rapper
Money known to make the baddest bitch bend her legs backwards
I was sleepin' on the floor in nana spot without a plan to win
Crazy how I'm countin' eighty thou' up in the mandarin
I be with them risk takers, shakin' dice and gamblin'
He was out of pocket, sent a blitz and left him scramblin'
We from a cocaine block, we make it snow, I turn the city to the Aspens
Ain't tryna take advice from you losers and you has-beens
Courtside at the Miami game, I chopped it up with Haslem
A mile away from the garden, I used to chop it up an' bag 'em
I let my shit off broad day the first time I attempted
All them eps make you brothers get deeper than friendship
Play with us, we make a mess and they gon' need the forensics
Millionaire, if I had a dollar for every sin I repented
Top Ramen in the mic, I mix the hot sauce and the cheese in that
Told my bitch I'd make it rappin', she ain't wan' believe in that
Brodie lost appeal because the judge ain't wan' believe the facts
I'll never let you get one up on me, I gotta even that
I be where them demons at, op was talkin' blasphemy
Coppers tryna capture me and shooters on my faculty
Designer drip down to my toes, that's how the fashion be
My Queens bitch treat me like a king an' top me on the Tappan Zee
I done tried to better people's lives that was jealous of me
Envy in your heart, it ain't your fault that you could never love me
Stay away from suckas, figured out that was better for me
We ain't squashin' shit, I'll dead you for tryna dead it for me
Remember seein' Brody eyes rollin' back right there in front of me
It's what I told my mother every time she found that gun on me
Told her this my realest friend when everybody go to run on me
I told her this my realest friend when everybody go to run on me
Glock with a drum on me, shoot e'ryone in front of me
Couldn't tattle tell, you know mama used to punish me
Know they couldn't stomach me, actin' like they fuck with me
Knowin' they don't fuck with me, but niggas know what's up with me
Gotta keep that pole I feel the reaper keepin' up with me
Had to kill a nigga the other day that grew up with me
Ask about them bodies, ain't it shit, but the whole city know
Free my lil bro, he caught a body, it's on video
Had a bad bitch, just dance in her like i'm Diddy tho
Try and steal my chain, that's on bro I'm lettin' fifty go
Niggas know
I ain't the one that's gon' play around
Plug went up on his prices, had to lay him down
Had to get up and go get it, couldn't lay around
Ride through, my block a carwash, we gon' spray it down
If you ain't built for a body, couldn't stay around
If you ain't go for a body
I was sleepin' with the enemy, them bitches tryina get to me
Crackers tryna sentence me, these oppers tryna finish me
Sippin' white Hennesy, my niggas know my energy
Better check my history
Niggas ain't no friends with me, no
Homie told me stay from out the street, but I got sucked in
Middle of that war, I frontlined when they was tucked in
He laid out on the 7, I guess he ran out of luck then
Three thirties, twenty and that forty drop a buck ten
Ain't nothing like you niggas, I was raised a lil' different
Bro took it up 12, so he praised a lil' different
He got wet all in his head, so his waves a lil' different
Bro just came home from a dime, so his ways a lil' different
Realest nigga in this shit, I hope that that don't be my downfall
Hit the curb, clutch it when I hear shots sounds, dawg
Two or more, but I ain't drivin' just to drop a pound off
I don't trust niggas, I ain't talkin' 'bout no work around y'all
We only bouncin' out three at a time like the LOX, we extort niggas
Really put out D on niggas' blocks, and we deal with bricks
It's been a while since I seen a rock
Can't catch me, I don't get nervous when I see a cop
I ain't pressed about a bitch, I'm tryn' test this lil' switch
There's dead niggas you gon come get and there's lil ditch
When I got it I put all my niggas on, Lil Mitch
Think Fed every time my phone got a lil' glitch
Seen too many of my niggas in the feds tryin' eat
And you ran this city long time ago, John Streets
Seen a lot of niggas take losses, I'm tryna beat
You gon' end up pushed back every time tryin' cheat