Last Bucc ft. Young C Lyrics

I was on my last buck

Now I'm grinding I'm just tryna run these racks up

Niggas pussy I don't know why they act tough

They always front until I make a nigga back up

Man down its another murder case

Took some time to hit em' but it was worth the wait

And I don't do pills but I make take a perc today

I'm like a bad bakery the way I'm burning cake

Yeah I've been spending too much

Bro spin on any block he be bending too much

I'll take a nigga chain like make him lend it to us

And if you ever need that work you can get it thru us yeah

See they be praying on my downfall

But I've been trapping I'm just tryna get these pounds off

You talking slick bro got the blick

He let some rounds off

I'm tryna win feel like a king can't take my crown off

Yeah swear I was born for this shit

Yeah I got a lot of pain don't need no more of this shit

I keep filling up my kidney I keep pouring this shit

And we got so much work it's like a store in this bitch

I've been running up these bands I swear I need it

And I'm counting up this cheese that's why I'm cheesing

Little Brodie got the heat don't get him heated

Leave you in the streets and send you up to Jesus

Put you on a chain man I'm just tryna make bands

My bitch she the shit no capping she a straight ten

Making all this money I ain't really tryna make friends

And nigga free my dogs they be locked up in the state pen

Free my uncle out the jam

They gave him fifteen damn that boy was going ham

I heard they throwing shots but them bullets never land

I was fourteen daddy said I was the man

(Like he said I was the man of the house type shit you know what I'm saying)

I was on my last buck

Now I'm grinding I'm just tryna run these racks up

Niggas pussy I don't know why they act tough

They always front until I make a nigga back up

Man down its another murder case

Took some time to hit em' but it was worth the wait

And I don't do pills but I make take a perc today

I'm like a bad bakery the way I'm burning cake

Niggas mad cuz they see me progressing

I was hustling on the block cuzzy told me to stretch it

I ran in trouble in trouble was never learning my lesson

She kept on calling my phone I was in the field she was stressing

A hundred niggas up in blue I'm always protected

If my killas see em' then they shoot

They leaving on stretchers

Remember days we was hungry

We were so down in the trenches

My niggas believe in me and that's why they staying invested

I don't think that I could handle the pain (we was thugging)

Remember days we used to stand in the rain (we was hustling)

Ain't have much back then had to split it with my cousin

Every time they cut the heat had to open up the oven

When I run it up I cash out

In the summer bring the racks out

Ain't worried about bitches we got too many suggestions

And I would respect you more if you wouldn't made a confession