bohagon - bucket lyrics
f-ck it, hop in the bucket and haul -ss [scratched up]
[repeat]
are you a snake? cause i seen you, you were creepin in tall gr-ss
[x2]
heaven sent a n-gg- who enter, cold as the winter
bo hagon, ain’t a beginner, im known as a winner
i gotta eat my n-gg-, i’m showin’ up for dinner
you hate slugs that stick in ya skin like a splinter
i’m just the sinner and a cold as well.
now i’m swerving, i’m a lane, and tryin not to air
a whole lotta rubber on the pavement
let ’em know off top, im not the one to play wit
the cut throat n-gg-s, and the killa’s i was raise with
when the chopper’s chop, they heat yo block, and it amaze me
350 bubba chevy hangin on the same sh-t
like pac-man, yeah the hood, who i came with
i just spelled dem the n-gg-s that i bang with
on the street sh-t, still clutchin on this stanley
50 for the slums, cause its the hood i share my pain with
think cause a n-gg- famous, that i wont leave ya brainless
n-gg- shieett!
f-ck it, hop in the bucket and haul -ss [scratched up]
[repeat]
are you a snake? cause i seen you, you were creepin in tall gr-ss
[x2]
i pull up in the whip, blowin’ smoke out the roof
let the trunk bang, til the dip break it loose
they some lame -ss n-gg-s, and lame hoes too
but i cant play myself fire like [ray caroof] (sounds like)
i guess its a hood thang, or maybe the wood grain
the seats caramel, and the paint drip champagne
she blew my brains, i didnt know her name
but she was fine with it, so i couldn’t complain
i ride around strapped with the clip in standed
and i bust off shots til the clip done emptied
i dont need a hundred n-gg-s in the b-tch here with me
i’ve been wantin to bust ya head anyway, don’t tempt me
so leave immediatly, before i bust repeatidly,
on a snake in tall gr-ss and skate off real fast
two 23 rounds spray at ya’ll -ss,
if as else fails, if the sh-t get all bad
f-ck it, hop in the bucket and haul -ss [scratched up]
[repeat]
are you a snake? cause i seen you, you were creepin in tall gr-ss
[x2]
b-tch n-gg- f-ck that, you buck, we buck back.
come through, two gats, ski mask, and all black
in other words, slow your role and fall back
if i aint real n-gg-, then what do you call that
i used didnt give a f-ck, now i give a f-ck less
couple n-gg-s hate it, they aint wanna see my success
now im off six’s, and them haters lookin’ suspect
couple hundred riding, clear em out when i bust back
i whip up like scerr! park it on the curb
n-gg-s where i got the work talkin from the burr
ya baby mama on my d-ck, and mind on my nerve
ya smokin irene, mixin up sprite with the surp
the streets f-ck wit, the hood always show me love
bad b-tches, rappers, and gangstas, they gon’ throw it up
poppin’ rubberbands stacks, yak when im pourin up
and if a p-ssy n-gg- get mad, hang the phony up
f-ck it, hop in the bucket and haul -ss [scratched up]
[repeat]
are you a snake? cause i seen you, you were creepin in tall gr-ss
[x2]
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