
BUCS ft. Yung Dul & Lil Bullet Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I believed all of your dreams, adoration
You took my heart and my keys and my patience
You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration (aye, aye)
You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation (aye, aye)
All that I want (aye)
Imma go to work, flew back from the Turks
Nine to five job, ten to twelve we go to work
Shawty she a meal, spicy like Caribbean jerk
Bout to have a baby, you can call me David Birk
Imma go to work, imma go to work
Got a clip and that bitch, she finna twerk
At conference, we get first, second and third
200 bank at VMI, we runnin' them curves
From the Chi like Braydo, yeah I'm from the fuckin' 63rd
In the studio with Juice, makin' up some fuckin' words
Said pull up, huh, but he gone like Tupac Shakur
I ain't losing, imma come back, win a second term
Why you so scared, I'm about to make him fuckin' squirm
Coach Watts gettin' me pissed, I'm about to curse
Imma win this shit, imma take the whole fuckin' purse
Why you runnin' 16 miles, I ain't never go to church
Shotty wanna twerk or sumn
Shotty wanna twerk or sumn
Shotty wanna twerk or sumn
Shotty wanna twerk or sumn
Shotty wanna twerk or sumn
Shotty wanna twerk or sumn
Shotty wanna twerk or sumn (yuh)
Shotty wanna twerk or sumn
Fuck her so much it started burnin
In the coupe whipping, know that I'm fucking swervin'
Educate these bitches, they need to do some learnin'
Blow up on these niggas like I need turban
I ain't worried, it ain't con-fucking-cerning
Way too young, I be feelin' like fucking Mclovin
Smoking hot like I came outta the oven
Dunking on these niggas, I be feelin' Kyrie Irving, Irving
Throwing up shots like I'm Birdman
Didn't expect a jew, but its my fucking turn man
Beat running hot like it's on demand
Wish we was at conference but we in them damn stands
Shout out my boy Jason
Yeah he came in
Now we, now we got a plan
Fuck a Fur-man
Carson Will-I-ams, pussy boy
I'll make you kick the can
Beat him once, now yo bitch she a fucking fan (fan, fan, fan, fan, fan, fan, fan, fan, fan, fan, fan)
(Evan laugh)