Buk Wild ft. B.U.K. Lyrics

Nick Tara on the fucking track

I mean the beat, God damn it, I fucked it up

From straight out of Richmond, California

It's the homie B.U.K

A.K.A. Buk

Cause he's buck wild

And this shit was a first take

Check it out

Give it to him, man

Baby we can roam like Caesar

Everyday dressed and a nigga ain't sneezed yet

Strapped while you suckers underarm like a Speed Stick

Real rich city, a privilege to be with

Privilege for me, bitch, forty dollar pint

Energizer born off a forty dollar Sprite

Cowgirl in a Mustang, Toy Story hype

To infinity and back, bitch, story of my life

Matter fact, cut the crap (bitch)

You going or you not (bitch)

I'm knowing that you work, but you hoeing on the side (bitch)

She look shocked

I ain't judging you, ma

Cause off top, I respect the hustle and grind

A lot of bitches out here fucking and they touching the dime

Wondering why they broke and they stuck in the vine

Cause that bitch dodging blades like she juggling knives

She's just waiting to get bagged like a grocery line

Bitch, I see it

Bitch, I can't believe it

Like, ugh, bitch, I see it

Huh? Where the fuck you get your weave at?

Bitch, nah, I'm cool, though

Bitch, hella rude, though

I said, bitch, nah, I'm cool, bro

Hey, hey, look, look

Red lights, I'ma run it, run it like Chris Brown

End zone dance as soon as I touch down

I be on site kicking, nigga, what's up now?

Hit him in the numbers and stuff him on fourth down

I'm shutting the crowd up and shutting this bitch down

Dumping Swish guts all over that bitch house

Eating snacks, she possibly got a child

Rip guts, get sucked and dump in that bitch mouth

Put her down for the count then I run through that bitch house like DMC

Don't speak on me

I'll knock that boy out them Adidas like a GMC

Them niggas pressing up behind me ain't with TMZ

I'm big flashing in every window like the DMV

And that's real talk radio on G.O.D

I'm at a drug test now with some tree on me

Bitch, Buk go crazy

Say, bitch

Say, bitch

Bitch, nah, look

Huh, look

Put your hands up, nigga, it's a robbery

I run laps on squares like Monopoly

I'm an issue, way more than what your problem be

A squad full of bullies knocking fullies where your mama sleeping

Now who's trying to speak on this corrupted shit?

We get money, bust guns, nigga, fuck your bitch

But this rap shit's real and I love this shit

Nigga, on my mama, Buk go wit no sucka shit

So who you fucking with, bro cause we rock hard

Cock hard, getting chopped off in Oxnard

Don't drop bars like them niggas in prison showers

Cause we bout what we write in these raps, you's a coward

Make dough like flour, exceeding my miles per hour

You run with some sweet niggas

My patch of kids is sour

And in full power and respect can you blame me?

I sock niggas like homie, don't play me

Nigga, or get ghost, Swayze

Or put your hands in the sky like you crazy

Niggas, we getting money like Asians

Chopper steady spitting like a llama wearing braces

Legend like Liu Kang is, I'm bicycling kicking

Off purple pills and powder, eyes big as a chameleon

Hide your women and children

KM out to make a killing

Silencing pussy niggas, claiming that they realest

We in it for the paper, you in it for the bitches

You speaking what you see but we be speaking what we living

Higher than any building, grilling first class call girls

One of them was your baby mama, it's a small world

Yup, so I gassed and went all for it

Later had her naked, turning over like a backboard

Back door, nigga, where I got it, so I left it there

Stuck in shock like a motherfucking electric chair

Buk star KM, so reelect the mayor

38-six shots gon' rip off your fucking head

Bitch, and I really don't fucking care

Don't give a shit, two fucks, nor a goddamn

Got hands, and I let them go like they got canned

You gon' respect every second, nigga, watch hands

Or watch fam spasm two sticks like it's rock band

Nigga, stop playin' with me

Bitch, I see it

Bitch, I can't believe it

Like, ugh, bitch, I see it

Huh, where the fuck you get your weave at?

Bitch, nah, I'm cool, though

Bitch, hella rude, though

I said, bitch, nah, I'm cool, bro

Hey, hey, look, look

That's where I'm at now

Wow

And when did you start writing songs? I'm very curious cause like

It seems like your pretty natural at just like writing lyrics and really speaking your mind I wanna say too

So, I started writing at the beginning of this year

I've been freestyling since I was a kid

Like, when I would drop a piece and make my own beats off my drum set, I would just rap and sing to it

I would never write though, it was just for fun