buff - whiscash lyrics
[verse]
give it a shot, but no vaccine
i been f+ckin’ moving through spots, came from the backseat
ask me if i got a watch, it’s just braxley
slippin’ to the top of the top, like there’s mad sleet
winter storm wrist i got blizzard on my sh+t
flip it upside down ain’t no spillage out this b+tch
ok that’s enough at home and i’m batted up
i hit that b+tch out the park
on her knees, she got padding scuffed
sirens blaring through there’s emergency needed
what is left of a bird if i already bee’d it?
buzz, buzz on my phone if it’s her then i’m fleeing
i’m a f+ckin’ spectacle i think you can see it
take the words out my mouth with a salt grain
you fall, sprain your ankle onto the tall paved
driveway, you just hit thе trick, won the bet
i ain’t got no bills so you getting all changе
allstate hands when i’m picking up the call, say
“um hi, this is buff
yes i’m going broke and it’s tough
at least i got a shawty i can cuff”
yeah right, i ain’t ever been a simp son
may attempt once, but for now i’m sippin’ duff
go together just like king and booker
beware if you have seen the butcher
couldn’t stand to push the carts in this weather
now i’m doin’ new things
askin’ folks if they want cream or sugar
looking for boogers when just a youngin’
threw things but look man i’m just a munchkin
shoot threes or hook ’em, blue cheese and snook+ms
new sheets with buff and two freaks with bosoms
double x, l ain’t no cypher mode
we ain’t do it once, or again ’cause this time we know
homies cross the map, shout+out idaho
the boys be crazy chopping beats up in the stu’
i swear to god they got that shining flow
sippin’ bubbly, who sits above me? let’s get discussing
a distant buddy, throws fits with cussing, admit they love me
sit with buffy it gets too stuffy, i fix with something
quick and lovely, a wish to nothing
your list is funny, i hit that belly laugh
that boy is jelly mad
i ain’t let him get the fruit of his labor
he holdin’ out on my bell, eek, smash
one tourney dub and i was countin’ all my fetty, cash
now i’m growin’ steady fast
loser from the arky rappin’, get them on the telly, stat
she told you i’m no one, but follows me on her celly apps
fl!ckin’ of the wrist, and they love me got a machiavelli stash
tech just like pulaski, want the beef? let’s go to deli ave
tip of the day, hit the sweet spot
nike on my body, i might mix it with the reebok
they say money talks until i hit you with a cheap shot
they say, “yeah i listened” make a stank face when this beat drop
in class i couldn’t focus right
i’m spittin’ on a focusrite
never turn your back on your brothers and that’s the code fo’ life
so the sights will set on me soon
that’s what i hope in life
colder nights kept bringing me down
until i chose to fight and now i’m to be reckoned with
claimed to take the stairs with me but trust me you ain’t steppin’ in
when i be on the elevator up to become prevalent
you’ll be f+cking p+ssed and then start praying on my deficit
but you goofy as f+ck cause i already did that
homie’s on homie’s, want me at their kickback
sometimes i cap in my raps ’til i switch hats
my flow gon’ make plates i feel like a whiscash
buckets, i swish that
my soundcloud just look like a mishmash
by senior year they told me i had sick raps
i knew from there i had to chase the big racks, this that
buffy, you so f+ckin’ nice with them spits, yeah
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