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kush binflockin - buckle up lyrics

[chorus: gbaby]
big knock, why you buildin’ your muscle?
‘cause we boomin’, we not finna tussle
n+ggas jackin’ it’s beef with my mans
but they changin’ their tone at the end of this muzzle, b+tch
better run you in trouble
got the thunder they callin’ me russell
n+ggas duckin’ when all of us come through
we bringin’ out .30’s they call us the [?]
p+ssy, ain’t no knucklin’ up
n+ggas died many times [?] up
couple n+ggas got shot, no n+ggas that died
tell them n+ggas start bucklin’ up, like what
all of my opps they cappin’
n+ggas p+ssy, they only be rappin’
know my body i get straight to clappin’
and i drop mad sh+lls and had n+ggas reactin’

[verse 1: gbaby]
n+ggas p+ssy they runnin’ for cover
why the f+ck y’all ain’t never throw back?
run down, just to see what he jack
you know that’s me when i come in all black
like, my n+ggas comin’ to match
two .30s, you better not lack
yeah, we ready to roll a new pack
so i dare you to bluff, be quick to react
like, wait, y’all get st+rdy while i’m on their strip
straight clappin’ ain’t talkin’ no hips
if i see waunny i’ma let it rip
you better think twice if you come to my strip
say you got fifty+nine shots in your blixk?
and i say four rounds you play with my clique
like, i’ma just take me a trip
i’ma show humble gz i be ready to blitz
they be bringin’ up dead’s, that’s crazy
but they keep gettin’ shot and it’s daily
i could name mad hats that died
but that antonio pack, yeah, that sh+t got me lazy
never heard of tg go crazy
it’s a lot of them n+ggas that’s hit
like, giggs, sha, borgie
how the f+ck i forget about sl!ck
[verse 2: wal blixk]
slap him up if he jackin’ he primetime
humble gz is on d+ck he is not prime
five n+ggas g+y, they could eat about 5 guys
smokin’ tdott and his matta
like, big lots to floxks, those are my guys
you get put in a box like some popeyes
00, y.o, that’s mob ties
what’s the smoke in the air? that’s slimetime
b+tch, bend thru linden n+ggas get to runnin’
lil sysy had a concussion
n+ggas beat him wicked in the public
ahh ha, you still ain’t do nothin’
b+tch, i get in a mood when i’m bussin’
kush binflockin st+rdy when he dumpin’
and my newkirk n+ggas not for nothing
we tryna boom a n+gga off of junction
keep me a scap’, i’m tryna see who face i’m splittin’
he make a move, i made the cut now he bl++dy
that was a great audition
at your door like i’m ding, dong, ditchin’
i got a beam but the beam not switchin’
that’s a right, margee start glitchin’
bro act a fool when the perc start itchin’
like, opp thot gon’ step in the room
she a act bad b+tch, know what to do
like, b+tches and bottles, they drinkin’ azul
three man, i call me, zay and drew
grave diggers, renegade goon
like, jah woo need to pick up that dude
n+ggas mad that we smokin’ they mans
kyle richh can go with them too, on bro
[verse 3: kush binflockin]
mention us ain’t no takin’ it back
matter of a fact, mention us i’ma make me a pack, on bro
i’m tryna play where he lay
if he lack he gon’ go where he stay, no cap
how y’all be jackin’ us k?
we done threw on y’all back on in the days, flex
tdott got sent to that place, he was talkin’ on bro now say it to his face
i put on i can talk how i want
got a gun i can walk where i want
like, who really tellin’ me what?
i’m on that time i could floxk where i want
like, woo town startin’ to lose it
like, it’s really deeper than music
walk with the chop in the vid’ i’ma use it
like, i see shh on that block i’ma lose it
big duppy gang they know who we are, you ain’t catchin’ that dub you can hop in that car
like, no we not shootin’ from far, ion shoot for the moon but i aim for the stars
like, who jackin’ the 4?
i make it lit then i pass it to wal, grrah
bet if i up it’s a score
we on court who tryna play ball?

[chorus]
big knock, why you buildin’ your muscle?
‘cause we boomin’, we not finna tussle
n+ggas jackin’ it’s beef with my mans
but they changin’ their tone at the end of this muzzle, b+tch
better run you in trouble
got the thunder they callin’ me russel
n+ggas duckin’ when all of us come through
we bringin’ out .30’s they call us the [?]
p+ssy, ain’t no knucklin’ up
n+ggas died many times [?] up
couple n+ggas got shot, no n+ggas that died
tell them n+ggas start bucklin’ up, like what
all of my opps they cappin’
n+ggas p+ssy, they only be rappin’
know my body i get straight to clappin’
and i drop mad sh+lls and had n+ggas reactin’

- kush binflockin lyrics

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