JJ Buckets

Yeah EastCoastJuv in this bitch man UBU the crew and we don't f*ck with you Just to run up them racks it ain't nothin Just to run up them bandz it ain't nothin Man, these niggas be chicken when I come around yeah, I swear that they all get to cluckin' Oh, yeah and shoutout to my cousin 'Cause, I'm ballin like I'm JJ Buckets Got it straight out the mud, I put on for the hood Bitch, I done turned nothing to something I want all the smoke like I'm 21 in a crockpot Made her drop her top in the mufucking drop top She wanna give me drip drop in the push start She a city girl and she know I can make that pussy talk Pissing on a bitch nigga grave Money flowing in from all directions that's a rich nigga wave Fucking on a broke nigga bae I recognize that fit cause ya homie just had on the same thing You and all yo niggas sharing clothes Me and my niggas on the grind making money on our own You and all yo niggas sharing hoes Me and my niggas can't love on no thot that's fashoo Mm, ballin like I'm JJ Buckets Nigga run up on me I'm clutchin' Psh yeah, he aint on nothin' He don't want none of this heat I'm tuckin' Just to run up them racks it ain't nothin Just to run up them bandz it ain't nothin Man, these niggas be chicken when I come around yeah, I swear that they all get to cluckin' Oh, yeah and shoutout to my cousin 'Cause, I'm ballin like I'm JJ Buckets Got it straight out the mud, I put on for the hood Bitch, I done turned nothing to something Ballin like I'm Jordan, LT, Number 3 Dat boy a shooter yeah something like me Except he walk around with kyrie's on his feet I walk around with a 30 on me Bulge in my pockets like 40 on me 20 on each side I'm from the 75 welcome to the EastSide You on that bullshit then I'm throwin up the peace sign Dropping bangers back to back to back that's three times That's a trilogy, that's a three-peat, I need three rings One for my ring finger two for my pinkies Bitch I'm strapped up like pinky Say another word goddamnit Disrespecting me you gon get up with a semi-automatic I been addicted to trappin' Please do not try me cause I'm afraid of what might happen Face on a T-Shirt that's tragic Last thing I remember nigga ran up and went poof like magic Promise you don't want this static Shock a nigga up, strike that nigga down, put em in a casket Mm, ballin like I'm JJ Buckets Nigga run up on me I'm clutchin' Psh yeah, he aint on nothin' He don't want none of this heat I'm tuckin' Just to run up them racks it ain't nothin Just to run up them bandz it ain't nothin Man, these niggas be chicken when I come around yeah, I swear that they all get to cluckin' Oh, yeah and shoutout to my cousin 'Cause, I'm ballin like I'm JJ Buckets Got it straight out the mud, I put on for the hood Bitch, I done turned nothing to something Just to run up them racks it ain't nothin Just to run up them bandz it ain't nothin Man, these niggas be chicken when I come around yeah, I swear that they all get to cluckin' Oh, yeah and shoutout to my cousin 'Cause, I'm ballin like I'm JJ Buckets Got it straight out the mud, I put on for the hood Bitch, I done turned nothing to something