Buckski Banutski - OverTown Blocks (feat. Over Town Kid) Lyrics

Men's Sense Moves Production
Aye, what it do
Take a walk with me
Oh me

It's the Overtown Kid, don't fall
I'm a problem child left for dead
Let me tell you about Overtown
Look, them Overtown blocks fill up

We notorious for guns and cop killers
Who am I? But it's not he knows
Blunt flicker, or the bastard son of a drug dealer
He layin' dead in the street

My OG's taught me to pack heat
See, I ain't slippin
Dippin' in that Benz with the wood grain finish
Finally can say it ain't rented

Got them windows tinted up to that fifth percentage
You barely see who's in it
My pen only paints the sharper image
I don't even have the time to write rhymes

But cowards like you wanna cut down my lifeline
Wait until my flame finish
My lyrics burn forever
Take your lady and burn your cheddar

Bury you alive in a ditch in the stormy weather
Why you let me put an army together
This the regime
You shootin' water guns at a submarine

Comin' for you through your dreams
Like Freddy Krueger, there's no escape
My rhymes on the page like bullets for AK
I load them up and then I let it spray

More like a stoner, we been waitin' on this smoke all day
Since you a pretty boy, we gon' leave you on your face
And if you talk fast, we gon' have to cut your brakes
Since you braggin' bout your crib, we gon' run up in your place

Since you flashin' all that money, we gon' have to find you safe
You sweet like cake next to vanilla ice cream
And shook like deer caught in my Chevy Highbees
Cops in the rearview, pew, lightspeed

If I pull over, just tell them I came to sightsee
Back in high school, minimals ain't even like me
Now they wanna write me, say my life ain't sighted
Tell her we can kick it, but you'll never be my wifey

I can't strike the same spot twice like lightning
But your whole crew can get it
New Dickey suit just to match my fit in
In a 305 with them nice's chilly

The block is tight, this chopper old 60 livin' risky
But I been livin' single, gifted like Kris Kringle
Stackin' up like Pringles, pimpin' off Christian mingle
When this hit your block, know your spine tingle

Knowin' the beat, the beat like my indigo
Honestly, ain't nobody hot as me
Internet's best kept secret
Even my biggest haters say I'm decent

So hop up on the wave and get seasick
Or like my dog Naruto say, better believe it
I'm sicker than most, you sweet like jelly and toast
I keep my heat close, cause I don't wanna be a ghost

You can't be blue when Batman chasin' after you
It's one false move and poof, you be turnin' to food
I been swimmin' with sharks since like middle school
That's some deep water, you still scared to jump in the pool

My finger itchin', this barrel burnin', I lose my cool
Some gunshots and blood splatter always clear a room
That's how you kill a move, I move like killers move
Totin' banana clips, puffin' gorilla glue

I was so innocent, I was legit to tell the truth
I'm drawin' cartoons in my momma livin' room
And now I'm livin' next door to the cartel
Ridin' in that Benzo with new car smell

It's just a rental, we switch it up once we make that sale
You die young, we livin' fast, I guess that time will tell
I guess we'll never know
Death circle my block three times real slow

And that white ghost
Popped it on the curb, walked up to the front door
I open four, he knock like, sorry ma, I gotta go
It's your stepdaddy, Busky Minoski

The king of Zamonda
Not only the king, but the motherf*ckin' ruler
Motherf*ckin' ruler
King of Zamonda

Motherf*ckin' ruler
King of Zamonda
Motherf*ckin' ruler
King of Zamonda

Motherf*ckin' ruler
We ain't beggin' and we ain't beggin
This is the intro
The motherf*ckin' intro

What am I
King of Zamonda
Motherf*ckin' ruler
King of Zamonda

Motherf*ckin' ruler
King of Zamonda
Motherf*ckin' ruler
King of Zamonda

Motherf*ckin' ruler
Motherf*ckin' ruler
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