JulsOnLankin - Bucktees Lyrics

Im next up
Givin these bitches test runs
If i dont like her attitude im on to the next one
But i might keep her if she bringin me a check stub
If that paper proper, then she the best one
You aint talkin bout money if yeen talkin bout percents
Ye i got it from my doggy and i gave that bitch a rinse
Ayo gimme some more water this bitch jumpin off the spoon
I just hit it with a dab & you can smell it through the room
I was livin foul but im up now
They say the sky the limit nigga what clouds
Im baggin all this work when it touch down
Shit i used to make plays on the bus route
I be meditatin gettin chi chi
Sellin medication to the fiends fiends
I dont do karate but i chop blocks
Weight it up then i play hop scotch, nigga
Young naga my tounges hotta
Than blunts of lava
You wasnt with me in the field you get crumbs nada
Niggas fake they aint real they really jealous
N my whole circle got bodies nigga, we really felons
We be livin this shit, we dont play no games
Ye my niggas finna trip, make them hos vacate
Aye pass me th skizzy, i gotta sale right now
This some killa, niggas catchin bodies offa pale white clouds