Kirko Bangz

Buck, Buck, Buck Pussy Uh Bitch Buck, Buck, Buck Yeah Now her friend tryna come f*ck on me But she know she can't Yeah, Got these racks stuffed all in my jeans Soon as I leave the bank Tryna be hood, we gon' blow off your brains Snuck in the club with them thangs I got that drink in my cup like Kirko Bangz Niggas can't spill this drink Them young niggas drill broad day Give a f*ck what he say We got Glocks and K's Look, buddy can't come this way He was talking too crazy Now he getting shot in his face We got blicks in his whip 12 get behind me nigga We gon' do the whole dash He a bitch nigga getting mad behind these women She fucking why you mad Got the drop nigga Now my dogs finna go sick em Get on that ass Got sticks, nigga And you're walking around with a pistol We gon' do that boy bad Yeah, I don't even f*ck with lil' buddy I walk around with a 30 Have my shooter do that nigga real ugly Nigga got him gone from a press of a button And these niggas know that I came up from nothing Yeah, that's why I come through stuntin' Walk down with that blicky I'm bussing Walk him down We done had that boy running Ayy Dope boy tee I got dope on me Ayy Say she want me She tryna f*ck on me Ayy I got stoner weed Now she come home with me Ayy Got her on her knees But ion even know this bitch Ayy Yeah Ayy