"Buck Eye" lyrics
Uh
Huh
Gas tank gettin' on E lookin' for these niggas, come outside
Shots go off, don't snitch on me, keep this shit outside
Bitch said she ain't never seen shit else but the Oakland Mall, I ain't surprised
I got motion, bitch, we can book this flight and go shop on Rodeo Drive
Las Vegas, fuckin' with Fatt, nigga, ain't no playin' both sides
Nigga, we don't give a fuck who out there, when we pull up, don't get caught in the crossfire
Soon as he saw me, he saw that barrel, dropped his mouth, buckeye
I ain't even with that all that internet goin' back-and-forth shit, pussy, let's meet up and die
If my niggas ain't slidin' on shit, nine times out of ten, they bakin' the pie
Real dope boys hang around me, pussy, when you see him, it's church shoes, slacks, and a tie
Hell nah, nigga, that shit ain't for church, sour bag and scale, go and supply
That throwback Thursday shit ain't gon' work, send a bitch on me, I bet she die
I ain't put no more plaques or buns on the back of these Glocks, how the fuck you keep lettin' 'em fry?
Everybody 'round here shootin' the same, no big U's, nigga, or lil' I's
Put my trust in them Foxes, nigga- phew, fully ate him alive
Standin' on one accord, one division, but I'll still ride for that fire
Gettin' these ho-ass niggas hit up was fun 'til they took it to Facebook Live
Nigga, I was young when I set that fire, I was a minor, ask my mama, I ain't cry
Talkin' 'bout this shit I saw as a youngin, you couldn't take, you would've covered up your eyes
Nigga, I wanted to see more blood when my nigga got killed in front of my eyes
Gas tank gettin' on E lookin' for these niggas, come outside
Shots go off, don't snitch on me, keep this shit outside
Bitch said she ain't never seen shit else but the Oakland Mall, I ain't surprised
I got motion, bitch, we can book this flight and go shop on Rodeo Drive
Las Vegas, fuckin' with Fatt, nigga, ain't no playin' both sides
Nigga, we don't give a fuck who out there, when we pull up, don't get caught in the crossfire
Soon as he saw me, he saw that barrel, dropped his mouth, buckeye
I ain't even with that all that internet goin' back-and-forth shit, pussy, let's meet up and die
Huh
Gas tank gettin' on E lookin' for these niggas, come outside
Shots go off, don't snitch on me, keep this shit outside
Bitch said she ain't never seen shit else but the Oakland Mall, I ain't surprised
I got motion, bitch, we can book this flight and go shop on Rodeo Drive
Las Vegas, fuckin' with Fatt, nigga, ain't no playin' both sides
Nigga, we don't give a fuck who out there, when we pull up, don't get caught in the crossfire
Soon as he saw me, he saw that barrel, dropped his mouth, buckeye
I ain't even with that all that internet goin' back-and-forth shit, pussy, let's meet up and die
If my niggas ain't slidin' on shit, nine times out of ten, they bakin' the pie
Real dope boys hang around me, pussy, when you see him, it's church shoes, slacks, and a tie
Hell nah, nigga, that shit ain't for church, sour bag and scale, go and supply
That throwback Thursday shit ain't gon' work, send a bitch on me, I bet she die
I ain't put no more plaques or buns on the back of these Glocks, how the fuck you keep lettin' 'em fry?
Everybody 'round here shootin' the same, no big U's, nigga, or lil' I's
Put my trust in them Foxes, nigga- phew, fully ate him alive
Standin' on one accord, one division, but I'll still ride for that fire
Gettin' these ho-ass niggas hit up was fun 'til they took it to Facebook Live
Nigga, I was young when I set that fire, I was a minor, ask my mama, I ain't cry
Talkin' 'bout this shit I saw as a youngin, you couldn't take, you would've covered up your eyes
Nigga, I wanted to see more blood when my nigga got killed in front of my eyes
Gas tank gettin' on E lookin' for these niggas, come outside
Shots go off, don't snitch on me, keep this shit outside
Bitch said she ain't never seen shit else but the Oakland Mall, I ain't surprised
I got motion, bitch, we can book this flight and go shop on Rodeo Drive
Las Vegas, fuckin' with Fatt, nigga, ain't no playin' both sides
Nigga, we don't give a fuck who out there, when we pull up, don't get caught in the crossfire
Soon as he saw me, he saw that barrel, dropped his mouth, buckeye
I ain't even with that all that internet goin' back-and-forth shit, pussy, let's meet up and die
Writer(s): Max Wonnenberg, Cavon Paige, Robert Gullatt, Craig Michael Scheuring
