Buddha

Yeah, uh uh Uh uh, oeh Uh uh Yeah, yeah Oeh, yeah I ain't doing no features Like I'm the new Gucci Mane Dip through the back door I got my mula, mula, mula The hoes they shaking it up On BK the Rula On that forehead we leave a dot That boy on Buddha What you mean I ain't filling no sock? Uhuuh, just rumours Yeah, Bigga we made a lot, uhuh Finessing them boomers Nyemi, yeah he fucking all the thots Known not to call Ubers If they ain't like me then, they like me now Uhuuh, it's full circle Why that boy acting like the new Kurt Cobain Like there's something in the way What you know about Pain Through thick and thin, no change I'm still the same like Dre Got thicker skin? Couldn't give no f*ck, we ride around With that Drac Don't call me your brother Boy I don't hang with you You're fucking lame ( better stay in your lane) Everyone got a shiesty on Police don't even know who's who They blaming my nigga what's his face Pop, pop, pop perc 30s, like it's candy My brain toxic waste Dick her down, belly down I don't do face to face And I don't buy wigs for whores Let them walk with a god damn taper fade Can't talk on the phone It's morsecode when I hit bro's cell This ain't no Comme Des Garçons This Lanvin And my punk ass spiked up, nigga In Louboutin Sipping that drink, on drink, on drink My belly on Kung Fu Panda My hip on Drumstick, Nick Menza, uhuuh Go feed your kids boy, you not no gangsta Yeah that dope don't mix well with placenta Jean Paul cologne Steal your ho, that's a scandal If you shake my hand better count your fingers Lil ho that's a gamble I ain't doing no features Yeah, I'm the new Gucci Mane Dip through the back door I got my mula, mula, mula The hoes they shaking it up On BK the Rula On that forehead we leave a dot That boy on Buddha What you mean I ain't filling no sock? Uhuuh, just rumours Yeah, Bigga we made a lot, uhuh Finessing them boomers Nyemi, yeah he fucking all the thots Known not to call Ubers If they ain't like me then, they like me now Uhuuh, it's full circle