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Buck Wild
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Buck Wild was released on February 20, 2026 by JamWayne as a part of the album Unfinished Business
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Release DateFebruary 20, 2026
LabelJamWayne
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JamWayne
JamWayne
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaman Palmer
Jaman Palmer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Producer

Lyrics

Fuck a bunch of haters
Do your job, carry on, no apology
Nirvana's my banali, blastin' off
Ditch my pistols, off to
The ferry to the bluff, gettin' blow
Switchin' wheels, then I'm hittin' out the Astrodome
Off the dome, mind blown
Got my chrome in my zone
Time flows, spread my wings while I win, carry home
Feed the family tradition
Hank Williams on these motherfuckers
Sucka bitches get it too, cut in half
Next to nothin', I ain't bluffin' less we're ridin' hawks
Blunts smokin', doves ridin' shotgun
ND chop it up
Play a few, get 'em like Saddam gone
Hiroshima in my Beemer
Kamikaze said it all
From the bend to the end
Bend in the endzone
Hail Mary, what a catch
Get the bag, bring it home
Boy, you know it's been on since I was a young buck
Been about my business and you know I keep that thing tucked
Wild as a buck, buck, wild as a buck, wild
I don't give a fuck
Talk about it, be about it
Now I better pack a lunch, you work your trails on the ship
Out to work sippin' somethin', raisin' hell when I'm in it 'cause
I be wild as a buck, buck, wild as a buck, wild
I don't give a fuck
Talk about it, be about it
Now I better pack a lunch, you work your trails on the ship
Out to work sippin' somethin', raisin' hell when I'm in it
Fuck all y'all haters, I guess I piss 'em off
But you know how to handle pussy bitches
Fuck 'em 'til it's raw
All you suckas like some Dum Dums
Peel that wrapper off
You so sweet inside, ain't you the one supposed to set it off?
Count your losses, here I comin' for you
Walk it how I talk in the mouth of your main bitch
Fuck her 'til she coughin'
Pick a coffin with some dead boys surrounded by your men
Slaughter them, bring you back to life and kill your ass again
Br-bring a army where I Go and that's our money, let it go
For all my homies, spray you up like that Armani on your coat
To your mom, we send a note, fuckin' ribbon and a bow
Say your son was caught up slippin', snitches shit, that's all I know
Put that coke on top the mirror, look inside, I'm 'bout to blow
Off the roof, all that nose candy's for the hoes
And there's plenty of them for show
Shit, there's plenty of them boats
Watch yourself, cuttin' corners get you smoked
Keep that thing tucked
Wild as a buck, buck, wild as a buck, wild
I don't give a fuck
Talk about it, be about it
Now I better pack a lunch, you work your trails on the ship
Out to work sippin' somethin', raisin' hell when I'm in it 'cause
I be wild as a buck, buck, wild as a buck, wild
I don't give a fuck
Talk about it, be about it
Now I better pack a lunch, you work your trails on the ship
Out to work sippin' somethin', raisin' hell when I'm in it
Written by: Jaman Palmer
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