Paroles de Buckin the law

Geeked up on that gas
Cute face feeling on her a**
Puff puff pass
Scrub ass nigga get mad
Sh*tin on my exs and i laugh

I'm a lil n***a
Gold grill i'm a trill n***a
Hair nappy pants sagging i'm a real n***a
I know you wanna f**k my b**ch
Keep it real n***a
Pay that price for that p***y she'll chill witcha
Aint go no diamonds on my neck no diamonds on my wrist
I don't need no diamonds brodie i can f**k yo b**ch
And i wouldn't kiss my ex if i was you
I know what she can do
That hard d**k be knockin out her tooth

Buckin the law im buckin
N***a im buckin the law im buckin
I got yo b**ch on my side and she f**kin
I got yo b**ch on my side and she f**kin
F**k it (x2)
(f**k 12)

You better move boy (x4)

Young nigga getting money at a fast paste
Stockbridge high hittin licks on the classmates
Big bank little bank ok fine
Swipe my card it say accept
Swipe yo s**t is say decline
Im all on my grid
Commiting these crimes
Livin my life
Sniffin these lines
F**kin these dimes
Doin it twice
?????? hop on a beat
?????? hop on a freak
Hop on a beat every week
When im in ellenwood i shop
With scubba steve
Scubba steve is that n***a
With that stupid weed
He got that hard he got that soft and yeah
He got that green
The police tried to make me snitch but i aint say a thing

Geeked up on that gas
Cute face feeling on her a**
Puff puff pass
Scrub ass nigga get mad
Sh*tin on my exs and i laugh

Buckin the law im buckin
N***a im buckin the law im buckin
I got yo b**ch on my side and she f**kin
I got yo b**ch on my side and she f**kin
F**k it (x2)
(f**k 12)