Buck Lyrics

I had a buck fifty for ya bitch, she ridin' this dick with no grips

G O A T

Big Jodie bitch, yeah that's me, keep it a buck

These bitches around me always tryna fuck, my chain tucked

Not with the flash, just runnin' it up, I love em and leave em

I lie to a bitch cause I like to deceive em All of the pieces flooded, baby rare is always Over budget

In the back seat was fuckin', it's a crap shoot whether I'm bustin

Track suit called custom, that's the end of the discussion

Bitch I'm keepin' it a buck, ayy, get the fuck up off my nuts

Know your peeps don't run it back but never thought a boy would ever run it up

Lately I don't give a fuck, mama knew I never would

Big slatt, big slime, nose wipe, got your baby sayin' yuck

Bitch I'm keepin' it a buck, fitty

Ain't nobody really fuck with me, lately I been feelin' stuck and I don't give a fuck like I Keep a nun

With me, wanted a ring but the con, for I'm pickin' my weakness it was

KeepinG me sleepin' while the devil impedin' my trust

Upland the decent, the form of his horns were a monster, the free grip suited his lust

It's the home of the kids and the bleachers, don't tell us the truth we won't take it from ya

Run me a check then I run that shit up

Wanted the fame and the fortune but shit exhausted and only want portions

Live in a cabin on an island, surrounded by ocean, three females I told ya

Bitch I'm keepin' it a buck, ayy, get the fuck up off my nuts, no you peeped on rent it, bap It, never thought about whatever rent it up

Lately I don't give a fuck, mama knew I never would

Big slap, big slime, nose wipe, got your baby saying yuck

Bitch I'm keepin' it a buck, fitty

Ain't nobody wanna run with me, pull up on watch me dump Simmies, put that all up in My cup

Bitch I'm keepin' it a buck, fitty

Bitch I'm keepin' it a buck, bitch I'm keepin' it a buck

Bitch I'm keepin' it a buck, bitch I'm keepin' it a buck

The folks that never sober, Blake Griffin, how I put him on the poster

Rollin' like a rollercoaster, keep my bread like a toast

This thirty-four for a buck, this dirty hoe I wanna fuck

And thirty more for the month, I'm turnin' scores when I dunk

Like Annie Gibbon, dig for free, stayin' modest for the honesty

No apologies, I've been honest, I financed the weed in the galaxy

Just a little circus, freakin' burglars are tryin' to murder me at the carnival

I just don't understand why you're watching me but you're not talking to me

Like I find that very odd

I find that very troubling

Um, and I want some answers

So, um, yeah, that's all I have to say