Lyrics of Fuck around (buck)

Disrespecting me, bitch the boss man i'm having that
Riding in that masseratti and that shit is jet black
Fuck you niggas talking about that i've been getting cash hoe
Hell my hitman coming and shoot you in the asshole
Pause no, homo
Bitch i'm with that mob shit
Fuck around, they cut your head off
Hang it by your dick
Never gave a fuck, bitch i'm filthy rich
And i'm connected with fifty bricks
Throwing fifty clips to put your ass up in a ditch
Real shit, nigga
Fuck you talking about?
Please don't get up on my shit list
Wiping out, every nigga on my hitlist
Soulja boy tell em, bitch i'm flexing no fitness
Fuck what you heard
Man my niggas been told that big shit
Master plan, yes i'm talking immaculate plans
I'm talking on racks and bands
Fuck these niggas talking about can't understand
Understand, that we taking over twenty twelve bro
Fucking niggas talking about
Give city hell bro
Run through my city and i'm feeling like a lix
Man my niggas getting money
And we never gave a shit
And, i didn't tell you this
And i represent that shit
Man pb ill flute
Pretty boy gang when i flew
Man you already know
It's them west side hitters
Came in the club
Man i'm looking like a ticket
Young dre, a.k.a.
Get that cash off em
Soulja tell them no problem goddamn that nigga offed him
Off tell, off tell my bitch got them bags on
Never gave a fuck bitch i'm about to bring them bags on
Lil dre, a.k.a.
Got the trap going crazy
Tatted on my whole throat
Bitches wanna be my lady
Damn, i'm retro
Goddamn these vendors
Yah young jesus, and i ain't even finished
Soulja boy tell em, i keep killing these rapp niggas
Fifty thirteen
I'm still up in the trap nigga
Where am at post it
Count it like a nigga
Young nigga getting money
Worth about a brick
Young nigga came in
Gold on my fist
Gold on my dick
Bitch i'm that nigga
Number one contender
Came in swag
And you see it in the middle
Young soulja tell him
Goddamn that nigga gimmick
Lil dre for for real doe
One hundred million
Put that on the ten fold
Put it in, racked up
And they hit my phone
And i hit one word and we 'bout to ride
Ten shots, imma let it slide
Got the same guns, that came from best aah
And i'm still in the building
Racked up shawty take your yellow ball is river
Never gave a fuck
Bitch i'm all about the dinero
Pesos, cashed up with the real doe
Niggas on that fuck shit
Bitch i'm feeling so damn swagged up
Standing on the tv screen
And ain't got no bread bro
And ain't got no mass bro
Ribbed in this fuck nigga
Soulja boy tell em i'm a bust quicker
Fuck around their buck