bluebucksclan – make niggas leave lyrics
[intro]
back to back i8’s me & neezy f+ck the city up
tae off a perc in a porsche racin hemi’s huh
my fault nugget & jeezy keep pullin all these benzs up
super stupid wildin no liscense in a bentley truck
hopping outta big sh+t, we ain’t pullin civics up
ballin on you n+ggas i ain’t gotta pick my pivot up
i got b+tches pouring out they heart and i don’t give a f+ck
[verse 1]
lil n+gga i don’t want yo b+tch she ain’t lit enough
i don’t fight in church but i keep f+ckin these christians up
hunnit dollar dice game these loubs keep bending up
all my n+ggas ball on this team ain’t no bench wit us
b+tch it’s blue bucks we the clan ain’t no lynch with us
we get blue bucks ain’t no ones we got strips with us
n+ggas beatin on they b+tch askin how they get wit us
[verse 2]
top down drivin fast i got goosebumps
you gotta know the real meaning b+tch it’s blue bucks
n+ggas hatin on the clan i give two f+cks
hoes in line waitin on they turn like the food truck
really from la i ain’t no hollywood n+gga
really from the east but i got inglewood b+tches
put that thang in sport it ain’t no motherf+ckin switches
i can show you how to turn a rag into some riches
my n+ggas really wildin do whatever for that chicken
teach yo ass the word lil n+ggas better listen
poed off a 4 i might swerve but i ain’t slippin
these b+tches really tragic do whatever for attention
i’m speeding thru these red lights but i can’t get a ticket
n+ggas changing on they day 1’s this sh+t wicked
fresh bald fade waves spinning like a fidget
sitting real low in this coupe like a midget
ghetto b+tch weave to her ass 30 inches
[verse 3]
i was down almost felt myself givin up
now my b+tch bad light brown look like india (westbrook)
i said f+ck school all them f’s they was givin em
now all these f’s on my shoes b+tch i’m k!llin em (fendi’d down)
f’s on my back all these bad b+tches feelin em
lame ass n+ggas tryna link y’all don’t fit wit us
i keep flashing on you lil n+ggas like i’m fl!ckin up
n+ggas wanna be like us naw we ain’t cl!ckin up
back to back in foreigns sport plus b+tch it’s shiftin up
if i’m throwin money then it’s bad b+tches pickin up
said she love a n+gga how i drip she wanna l!ck it up
[verse 4]
no heart i’m in savage mode like i’m 21
in the field doin graveyards you can’t hit wit us
shoutout super stupid n+ggas got me in a bentley truck
stand on tables in the club n+gga you can’t sit wit us
tae pull up in a 2 seater you can’t fit wit us
we brought all hunnits in the b+tch we got a grip wit us
start throwin 5’s in the b+tch yea i’m trippin huh
b+tch said she don’t need a weave but i’m still gone get her one
make it rain in the club we make n+ggas leave
hop in the whip push to start where i put the keys?
walkin all in moncler wit givenchy tee’s
wrist froze in this b+tch all these vv’s
[outro]
all these foreigns back to back valet where my keys?
throwin 5’s in the club we make n+ggas leave
ghetto b+tch long hair 30 inch weave
bustdown 41 yea that b+tch pee’d
all these foreigns back to back valet where my keys?
press a sport b+tton yea watch that b+tch speed
throwin 5’s in the club we make n+ggas leave
gold roley bustdown yea that b+tch pee’d
throwin 5’s in this b+tch we make n+ggas leave
sport plus in this b+tch yea i do speed
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