Buick ft. DEUCCE5 Lyrics

Yeah, we slidin' on the succas in the Buick

She tryna fuck me off a perky to my music

I got this bad light skin, I tell her something, she go do it

He post that pipe on Instagram, it's time to score, he ain't go use it

Yeah, you ain't talkin' bout no money, swith the topic

I make a bitch give it up, she said that she don't do this often

Pretty face with thick thighs, might fuck around and take her shopping

The same bitch ain't wanna fuck, just gave me neck just cause I'm poppin'

I leave the crib, I think it's time to hide your bitch

I told my brother on my momma, nigga, kill me if I snitch

And I'm out here chasing commas, I ain't stressin bout no bitch

She wanna Birkin, told the bitch to eat a dick

She wanna leave, don't give no fuck, I'm nonchalant

I done seen a hundred racks, I could get you what you want

Bitch, I hide away the pain, I put my shit inside a blunt

Bitch, I hide away the pain, I'm pouring Quagen in my crush

Bitch, I'm a trophy, it say Prada on my shirt

We catch a opp and we go put him in the dirt

I love you, baby, but this money coming first

Take a freak out to eat, she gon' eat me for dessert

Ayy, I want a freeak bitch, that eat it up for lunch

I tear it up from the back, that shit taste like Captain Crunch

And don't waste a three-five, roll it all up in the blunt

I don't care about no slut, you can fuck her all you want, yeah

And I'm moonwalking inside the pussy like I'm Michael Jackson

And don't press me bout no bowls cause you know I'm taxing

Ayy, my Air Force just say Supreme, but my shirt say Lanvin

Broke niggas stay rappin', nigga, I am not cappin'

Ayy, broke niggas in the industry, ain't no fear in me

It's really fuck school, I'm just tryna catch a first degree

Yeah, where was niggas at all them nights when I couldn't sleep

I'd rather deal with the pain, I don't wanna drink no lean

But that's the difference between us

You run them drugs and I'm just tryna keep my head up

I tell them young niggas round me, they gotta stack they bread up

I really came from the trenches, I ain't gotta act tough

We send shots to they whip like a fuckin' bartender

This bitch really hit my line and she think I fuckin' miss her

Niggas sad, searchin' for pussy on Tinder

Niggas rats, master splinter, let me fuck it up for dinner

Niggas mad, niggas bitter on God