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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duke Deuce
Duke Deuce
Vocals
ATM RichBaby
ATM RichBaby
Vocals
BINSU
BINSU
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patavious Isom
Patavious Isom
Songwriter
Vincent Guzzetta
Vincent Guzzetta
Songwriter
Darius Dashaun Buford
Darius Dashaun Buford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BINSU
BINSU
Producer
Gregory "PATLACEDTHAT" Lane
Gregory "PATLACEDTHAT" Lane
Recording Engineer
Ian Sefchick
Ian Sefchick
Mastering Engineer
Paul Adediran
Paul Adediran
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Binsu) Ridin' in a truck, yawk tucked in my nuts P's in the back, alcohol in my gut Young buck keep a slut, gotta catch a nut Left hand grip her hair, right thumb in her butt Gotta keep a crunk pump stashed in the cut For a punk, just in case a nigga try to get tough 12, woop-woop, we fucked out of luck But I'm M-M-M, so you know I'm gon' buck Flying like a bird, fishtail when I swerve Off-road wheels, give a fuck 'bout a curve Hoe love a Memphis nigga when he say music Walk like a MAC and I talk with a slur Fool with the strap, nigga, fuck what you heard Cool with the yak, I ain't gotta sip syrup I don't like a hoe who talk too much 'cause a hoe that talk be good for the world Yeah, baby girl, I'ma black haven gangster Where I come from they be twisted up fingers Pimpin', no simpin', everything be dangerous Skipping school, running from the police, bangin' Boom-boom-boom, police at my grandma door, middle school, got caught with a O Police ask me how tall I was, I told that bitch I was seven foot four G I live, G I die, ain't shit gon' change, you know me, hoe Nigga thought he was gon' diss my street, I walked outside, beat his ass to the floor Good with my hands and I'm good with my fingers, so either way I cannot go like a hoe The buckiest of buckiest, the crunkiest of crunkiest To keep it one-hundred, don't play with me, hoe (what the fuck!) Buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (ayy, ayy) Buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em) Buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em) Buck the system (buck 'em) on you weak ass hoes (on you weak ass hoes, buck 'em) Buck the system (buck 'em, what?), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (uh) Buck the system (buck 'em, what?), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em, yeah) Buck the system (buck 'em, what?), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (yeah) Buck the system (buck 'em, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) on you weak ass hoes (on you weak ass hoes) I was flat broke, but it be like this sometimes Fucking his bitch, but I know that she wasn't mine (she wasn't mine) Know she a thot, but we only text sometimes Know she got kids, but I ain't seen 'em one time She want me to wife her, put her on the front line She must think I turned a right at the dumb sign You got the right nigga but at the wrong time Pull out my dick and I tell her, "It's lunch time" (uh) Thinking so much, but I only vent sometimes (uh) Turn on that boogie and tell her, "It's hump time" (yeah) I know I came late, but I feel like I'm on time (yeah) Jump in the booth (jump in), never tell how I'm gon' rhyme (yeah) Jump in the booth, never tell how I'm gon' come Both of 'em want me, so I'm fucking both of 'em If one of 'em mad, then I'm cutting of both of 'em (yeah) Yep, then I'm cutting off both of 'em (bitch) Bitch, I'm from Memphis, you know we be bucking Jump in that field, got to know this ain't rugby (got to know this ain't rugby) Get your ass checked if you walk in here dusty (walk in here dusty) I'm with a bitch with a body like buffy (with a body like buffy) She got a nigga, but he ain't gon' touch me I'm in your house with a strap in my hoodie She want some smoke, so I gave her some Cookie He don't want smoke 'cause he know he a pussy If you coming from here, then you coming from nothing I can't even trust blood, I had bucked on my cousin (huh?) It is what it is, and fuck what it wasn't They say we can't smoke, but we smoking in public (yeah) Keep talking that shit and get put on some crutches Don't buy you a strap if you ain't finna buss it (yeah) You ain't gon' get it rich if you don't take a risk Everybody that's rich, gotta know they was bucking (yeah, yeah) Buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (bitch) Buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em) Buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em) Buck the system (buck 'em) on you weak ass hoes (on you weak ass hoes, buck 'em) Buck the system (buck 'em, what?), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (what?) Buck the system (buck 'em, what?), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (buck 'em, what?) Buck the system (buck 'em, what?), buck the system (buck 'em), buck the system (what?) Buck the system (buck 'em, what?) on you weak ass hoes (on you weak ass hoes, what the fuck!)
Writer(s): Patavious Lushun Isom Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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