Buck 50

Ayy, Scheme, you killed it
 Yeah
 I'ma keep it a buck 50 (uh)
 You can't fuck with me (uh-uh)
 Try to run on me (what?)
 We gon' bust semi's (grrah, grrah)
 In the trap house, water whippin' (uh)
 I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (uh)
 Nigga, this my city (uh-huh, my city)
 Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (ride with me)
 Skrrt, swerve or somethin'
 Hop off on your ass and go earn some
 Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis
 Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some
 I don't go shopping without my gun (yeah)
 .30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (blunt)
 .40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (sticks), uh
 Livin' my life on the money hunt
 Hatin' on me but they wanna be just like me, I know
 Jealousy is one of the ugliest things to show, oh
 Poppin' A-215s, the only thing that numbs
 Yeah, yeah, hit the plug, now I'm tryna get her some
 These drugs got me stuck inside a prison
 They put me in the groove, help me find my rhythm
 I take drugs and tote my pistol
 FN hangin' out Balenciaga denim
 Pockets got Death Race for Love money in 'em
 We set up shops, catch an opp then we skin 'em
 Then mail his head to his motherfuckin' children
 My goal is billions, I'm up millions
 Superstar, not a civilian
 Me and Ben Frank got cool, we chillin'
 I ain't mean to say chillin', bitch, I'm billin'
 At least I ain't drug dealin'
 Hit the mall and I spend me a lottery ticket
 I don't kick it with groupies, with my bitch, I'm bickin' it
 Me and her get so high, we can't feel ligaments
 Still fuckin' off of the Perkies, we intimate
 Leave Earth, we ain't comin' back, nigga
 I'ma keep it a buck 50 (uh)
 You can't fuck with me (uh-uh)
 Try to run on me (what?)
 We gon' bust semi's (grrah, grrah)
 In the trap house, water whippin' (uh)
 I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (uh)
 Nigga, this my city (uh-huh, my city)
 Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (ride with me)
 Skrrt, swerve or somethin'
 Hop off on your ass and go earn some
 Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis
 Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some
 I don't go shopping without my gun (yeah)
 .30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (blunt)
 .40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (sticks), uh
 Livin' my life on the money hunt
 Uh, smokin' these Runtz
 Hitting your bitch from the back and the front, uh, uh
 Poppin' these Percs, I might just go berserk and fuck on a bitch all night long
 I got thots inside my house, one way in and one way out
 Put my dick up in they mouth, tryna feel what they talking 'bout
 I'm at Coachella, double R on the truck, feel like Birdman, I'm a Young Stunna (yeah)
 Not a pedestrian, I shoot a movie like cameras, Gunner and Gunna (oh, yeah)
 Bitch, I'm a superstar, I may pull up in a supercar fuckin' yo' mama
 Drive the Hellcat like a NASCAR, screamin' out, "Slatt," with my gun drawn
 Opps comin' from everywhere, Call of Duty how they spawn
 But I got killers everywhere, bullshit is what they're on
 It's three strikes in this game of life but I ain't worried, I'm Barry Bonds
 Knock it out the park, Barry (I feel like Rick James)
 Or maybe Rick and Morty 'cause my life is insane
 I'ma keep it a buck 50 (uh)
 You can't fuck with me (uh-uh)
 Try to run on me (what?)
 We gon' bust semi's (grrah, grrah)
 In the trap house, water whippin' (uh)
 I'm fuckin' on a thot, in her kidneys (uh)
 Nigga, this my city (uh-huh, my city)
 Come and take a ride with me, oh-oh-oh (ride with me)
 Skrrt, swerve or somethin'
 Hop off on your ass and go earn some
 Gettin' to the bag on a daily basis
 Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma burn some
 I don't go shopping without my gun (yeah)
 .30 on me, why I take codeine with the blunt (blunt)
 .40 on me, why I sip codeine and smoke Runtz (sticks), uh
 Livin' my life on the money hunt
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 (Carlton)
 (Eighteen)
 (Nuri the G.O.A.T)