mr. big bank budda
dj mustard
fresh up out the tempo and threw budda on my jewelry
i'm bringing the street sweeper
your bitch is a meat eater
don't believe them mr. tec-9
i'm worth too many bands to be tied to a straggler
drakeo ain't got work for us
and every song i get on make the beat go rattleing
and if you want beef with us just make sure you can handle that
got me grippin' where the handle at
sweetheart where your manners at?
boy still need my medicine
but to these boys i'm a veteran
i should be housed up at kettering
silly billy really want to try me for my pieces
bullets bodying for pints
yeah bitch it's that easy
my young niggas is heathens
boy do you really want to see me? think not
niggas asking for the re-rock
i'ma have to take a detox
kick my foot in the air just to show my blood drippin'
every scene is a closed casket
and tricks are for kids for you silly jack rabbits
stand close but don't clone me
big ass forty but they don't think i keep it on me
these young niggas is foolies
keep rocks and stones for anybody i think guilty
play laser tag with niggas ten and think they bullies
now a thousand frowns and nigga my song was just a clear key
now it's news reporters and jewels and source for the nuisance
now it's beads and chains
the j's be thinkin' i'm buddas
now it's news reporters and jewels and source for the nuisance
now it's beads and chains
the j's be thinkin' i'm buddas