Buc Bac

You know why we here, you know what we came to do

When I go buc buc, you better buc back

(Buc buc buc buc. Buc buc buc buc)

So put yo middle fingers up, **** say fuck that

(Fuck that, fuck that! Fuck that, fuck that!) [x2]

When shit pop off, **** ain’t never around

We pop off, we don’t care whoever’s in town

Never trust, it’s never us if the cops ask questions

Never trust a ****, even pop my best friend

Your end’s coming near, your **** come in here

With that tough guy shit, the tough die quick

So wake the fuck up from the dead, you bitch ****

Or get your hair done, roll with official wig splitters

The kick-back from the pistol will break your wrist

Then I’ll put you six feet in the ground and take a piss

I’m disrespectful, yeah, I know, but fuck you

I know a couple **** that’ll kill you for a buck or two

For five bucks they get live as fuck

Five years on the island, can’t survive the cuts

So buc back, put yo middle fingers **** up

And fuck that if you feel just like me

When I buc back, y'all **** running like bitches

Im like fuck that, always keep a gun in my britches

It’s none of your business, ****, where the fuck Sticky been?

I show up at your place of business with fifty men

Better let Sticky in, ‘fore I get ticked off

Pockets get ripped off, jewelry slipped off

I screw face **** when I walk by them

Those two faced ****, they won’t even try him

Cause **** know, I ain’t taking a short

Fuck a witness, he won’t even make it to court

Yeah, Forte Green, Big House is Brownsville

From here on out, ****, it’s all downhill

My four pound feels heavy as a motherfucker

And you don’t wanna test it

So when I go buc buc you better buc back

I hope you get the message!