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letra de buck - yvng lurch

[hook]
i got a glock when i walk in the buildin’
skrt off the lot and my wheels they be spinnin’
skrt off the lot and my wheels they be peelin’
b-tch i’m too high, you don’t know how i’m feelin’
i got a glock and that beam is attached
come shop with me, i don’t know you, get taxed
i got a nina, she love to attack
your b-tch in love and she sent me a text
she finna suck me, can’t leave her on read
can’t get caught lackin’, ’cause they want me dead
call up a hoe ’cause i want me some head
i’m not a baker, but i got some bread
socials ain’t verified, still got a check
your b-tch came over, she gave me some neck
look in my pockets and see that i’m blessed
i seen your ig and you look a mess

[verse]
don’t need to trap to stack it up
i got them racks to back it up
gotcha lil b-tch and she backin’ up
that b-tch a fiend and she actin’ up
used to whip hondas and acuras
now i’m in porsches and tonka trucks
remember when i had a couple bucks
now i got racks and they showin’ up
before, they was hatin’, ain’t give a f-ck
but now they expect me to give em some
but now my heart cold, i can’t show em love
i got a stick and im gettin’ buck
i got a stick, put it in a b-tch b-tt
okay, that’s nasty, i’m testin’ my luck
actin’ a fool and i don’t give a f-ck
b-tch i’m so hot that i stand on the sun
i’m finna stack up and get me an audemar
i’m finna stack up and get me a foreign car
i’m finna stack up and get me a couple more
i’m finna stack up ’cause that ain’t enough
try me and you get a hole in your head
now he a bowling ball, knocking down pins
f-ckin’ a b-tch and i’m f-ckin’ her twin
ain’t takin’ l’s, i been takin’ the win
b-tch i’m up next and i’m reaching the top
i’m with your b-tch and she giving me slop
i don’t need a chopper ’cause i got a glock
switch on that b-tch so you know its gon’ dump
dump on a n-gga and leavin’ him slump
tried to run up and now he lookin’ dumb
put him on disney ’cause he actin’ goofy
i got a pack and he smokin’ loosies
i’m smackin’ b-tches right up on they booty
gave her good d-ck ’cause she actin’ so moody
i’m not a worker, but i got a toolie
better not miss if you try to come shoot me
that ain’t gon’ happen ’cause i’ll up it first
b-tch i’m in foreign, you dead in the he-rs-
i tried it the easy way, you made it worse
i bought her the birkin, i bought her the purse
she wanted the louis, i got her some prada
it costed a lot so it don’t even matter
my pockets so deep and they been gettin’ fatter
i ain’t no rat, but i’m still gettin’ cheddar
i spaz on the beat, but you can’t do no better
i got me a chopper so f-ck your beretta
i got me some cheese like a pizza, freschetta
[hook]
i got a glock when i walk in the building
skrt off the lot and my wheels they be spinnin’
skrt off the lot and my wheels they be peelin’
b-tch i’m too high, you don’t know how i’m feelin’
i got a glock and that beam is attached
come shop with me, i don’t know you, get taxed
i got a nina, she love to attack
your b-tch in love and she sent me a text
she finna suck me, can’t leave her on read
can’t get caught lackin’, ’cause they want me dead
call up a hoe ’cause i want me some head
i’m not a baker, but i got some bread
socials ain’t verified, still got a check
your b-tch came over, she gave me some neck
look in my pockets and see that i’m blessed
i seen your ig and you look a mess

- yvng lurch

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