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buffa...

Hip-Hop/Rap

buffa... was released on October 12, 2025 by Pluto Productions as a part of the album Kirt Land

Song Details

Release DateOctober 12, 2025

LabelPluto Productions

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

ALONZO GARCÍA

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

ALONZO GARCÍA

Songwriter

Iain Henderson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Anabolic Beatz

Producer

ALONZO GARCÍA

Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, I popped a pill and I passed

It had me pleased

A different feeling compared to the gas

I'm smoking on the daily

I popped a cork, give a fuck about the mess

I'm sipping out the top, no time for a glass

My eyes are feeling hazy

Ring-a-ding, get no answer when phone calling

It's lowkey pissing me off, getting angry man

Fuck the bawling, damn

And fuck a text

Shit is getting super annoying

Ain't sparing no paranoia, just wish they'd leave me alone

But, you get it? I don't care, I mean why should I?

It's over, it's been done

Get my sleep, bitch I'm getting shut-eye

But, it's hard not trusting the pit inside

Cuz, I know they be eyeing

Can't deny, they be jealous and want your life

I mean, at this point ima just laugh

Cuz you a dork, he ask

"Why you playing games?" Bitch

It's just for sport

Don't give a shit about an X

The treasure just ain't worth

Easily cut a bitch off

Just like my pants turned shorts

And I can't get mad

I gotta get my bag

I don't drag, I don't tie

But I sure don't sag

It's all wins if I tag

You gotta get your brag

It's all peace for a minute till' we hit that snag

And what I can't waste

Is the precious essence of time

I can't keep reaching out for nothing

They gon' think I'm a mime

It's not worth it

Cannot occupy two seats at a time

I'm really dreading for the day

They finally make up they mind

I hit ignore on the calls man, I can't answer

I cannot let past clash with my plans

And I, made double

Now look who's in trouble

I don't care if its a cell

Long as you in your own bubble

I won't dwell man

Past shit passed

I'm calling death up to the door

We dressing black on black, it's all

Mugshots, time to pose for the funeral

Twenty-two tucked

You know the hoes be peculiar

Speak to old folk again

It'd be for good ole sakes

But speak twice, look in the mirror

Looking back is a mistake

Cuz all the shit that would've flied back then

Could get you knocked out, laid

A big leak in that face

Uh, yeah

This conversation is dragging

I'm on the run

I ain't got time

And my patience is lagging

I'm out of wait

They want additions, two and one

I ain't adding, it's out of question

The pressure has got shit stressing

I'm asking God for a blessing

Man I'm tired of the bitches

Who nothing but other bitches

Stuck sitting behind a text

But really they stuck in ditches

Man these folk think that they something

They nothing, I gotta laugh

Man, I ain't even hit you back

Uh, yeah

Like oh, they really nothing

I buttered a muffin, lust into love

I'm reciting messages pixeling on the celly-phone

So fuck all of the lying

I'm the Leo, stop playing

A type of feel that had me cutting

Plus lighting and extra praying

Uh, oh I'm just saying

Strangers getting luck

With non-loyals who bed laying

Ashamed, y'all can laugh

And act like I made you sick

But I'm not the one sharing a dick

Man, I can't be sober and have a good time

I can't be out and have fun

Without committing a crime

Cannot be looking for a penny

As a dime out a dime

Can hear the ring of desperation

On the edge of my mind

I mean, at this point

Fucking with me's roll of a dice

Got a really low chance

Of rolling the same shit twice

Stay stuck to me

Just like a rat trap with the mice

A lesser chance of me and that

Than of me ending my life

I hit ignore on the calls man, I can't answer

I cannot let past clash with my plans

And I, made double

Now look who's in trouble

I don't care if its a cell

Long as you in your own bubble

I won't dwell man

Past shit passed

I'm calling death up to the door

We dressing black on black, it's all

Mugshots, time to pose for the funeral

Twenty-two tucked

You know the hoes be peculiar

Uh, why these hoes acting smug?

You could dress em' in all black

And they'd look just like a bug

You ain't welcome

Even if I put that shit on a rug

No more distractions calling

I want the one I love

Uh, now I'm pissed off

Say some shit that I don't like on my phone

Get the fuck off

Fuck around, hear the cock

They need to know that I ain't playing

Saying they gon' get popped

Written by: ALONZO GARCÍA, Iain Henderson

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