Neef Buck - Psa lyrics

rate me

I show off

Real nigga that be him

Fake niggs that be them

Can’t beat ‘em so you join ‘em

You's a wet wipe

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Diggin the bootie niggas always prehyped

I got to distance myself we ain’t nothing alike

Ain’t got nothing in common

I’m honest when rhyming

My vvs's is good

They go shit on them diamonds

They go shit on that watch

And that fruity ass chain

I’m dipping in and out on lanes

With a trunk full of cane

And I’m hitting your dame

Matta fact thats your main

Never mind I never fucked she just gave me some brain

I’m so forgetful when It come to these hoes

You think you got a bad bitch

Nigga I got ten of those

I got plenty clothes red and green tags on it

See the concrete?

Don’t make me put your ass on it

And that’s a forwarning

Make me tell you again

I got a buncha associates

And a couple of friends

Trunk full of squares

Pot full of residue

Grinding like I’m broke

But ya chick know I'm comfortable

Smokers comin in and out

We can’t keep the door closed

Four four rubber grip chrome wit the short nose

That ain’t good b i

Your youngins servin c i

Now we in the jump suit

Bitchin’ on a v i

First love yourself nigga fl wizeye

D and g intensity

I remain flizzeye

We caught a bunch of cases

So I made my lawyers richer

Now I let my shooters hold the guns.

I got to picture

Hittin’ hoes that you see on centerfolds

Crushin up perk 30's

And snort em in they NOSE!

A bank roll can’t erase the shit you told

Lawn chair niggas

In your nature to fold

About the bread

We gonn stomp em till he dead

Can’t id his fucking body

But he was a sneaker head

You grinding for sneaker bread

Fuck you niggas talking ‘bout

Got a bail for 500

And ain’t no chance of getting out

Bubble face cardiare

Dancing like a chandelier

Once you see the fireworks then you know we up in there

Different city different women

How the hell we competition

We dont ever see y’all

And I dont ever recall

All I see is white keys

Stevie wonder Ray charles

Ya bitch on my dick

Baby mom’s on my bizzalls

Weather changin up

I brung out my long sleeves

Scarf and scully blueman brown

With the double g's

Take pride in yourself not just who you wanna be

How you talkin’ ‘bout a brick but never seen a quarter key

Get my pot get my bait

Don’t need an easy bake oven to fluff this cake

I want it all in one piece don’t need no shake

cause with or without a deal bucky straight.

Thanks to Eric Gallagher for correcting these lyrics