buffed up! Lyrics

You know what I'm saying

Yeah, you ain't never hit that road

What you know bout taking risks

Nigga you ain't never scrape the sides

You ain't never made it stretch

Man, this shit a pop your eyes

Spend the night inside my kitchen

I'm so used to beating the pot

I forgot I got a blender

Back and forth, I'm hittin that road

Pray to God they don't check the finder

Shit, by the time they land, it's sold

Sometimes I ain't got to mix it

All the opps, they dead and gone

Shit, correct me if I'm jeffin

I'm the type, get out of pocket

Bitch, I'm known for overstepping

Check the score

Stop all that dick riding

Sneak dissing in them records

Put that chicken on you

Niggas ain't hard to find

I'll pay to get it low

I got youngins that want bands

A half a man a get you gone

them same youngins be in your crib for them glasses

you don't own

Let a real nigga put them on

Show you how to look sweet

Man, hold on, man

These ain't your typical glasses, bro

Man, them ain't your typical shit, man

They ain't even your glasses

Let me see these bitches

Hold on, man

Can't be reaching for them and shit, man

You got to be gentle with it

Watch when I put them on how I look

You ready

Quarter block, you see it

I got them thangs

How many you need

Anyone

Two of them

How many of them thangs you need