Young Buck

Young Buck - I'm Done Wit Yall lyrics

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(Intro)

Listen to this track, bitch

It's Buck, bitch

Yeah...

What they do?

Some got it shake, some gone shake out here

Know that, yeah!

HEY!

[Verse 1:]

My brain gone naked chested with no chains on

Skinny never had a penny nigga but I remain strong

Hey where the fiends when it's slow and made my days long

Thinking bout who I can rob ridin on my way home

Yeah, It’s Atlanta, 6 zone, they make the shit known

I’m only here to do good business shawty get the bricks gone

Hoods trappin in heavy fun is like a carnival

I like ya ferarri but my chevys more comfortable

Shits cautious, I’m dealing with this bosses, they play me in this rap shit I ain’t taking no more losses(Oh,NO)

Look

I do 20 shows they gone buy me 20 bowls let the streets eat a week right back doing 20 more

My niggas know if i go back and payin 24 then that mean they gettin low

Oh it ain’t Teen-A-Key and it aint no 17, 21 or 23

Whatever you’re doing keep doing it ‘cause it ain’t for me

[Chorus:]

You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking bout you gonna ball.

but I got it, now I’m done with yall

I’m done with yall, I’m done wit yall

You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking bout you gonna ball

but I got it, now I’m done with yall

I’m done with yall, now I’m done wit yall

[Verse 2:]

I'm conceited, cause i done been mistreated, tell the DEA take my dick and eat it, fuck your case I beat it

All my bitches been deleted, fuck you Buck go ahead tweet it, fuck you too they hate, i need it, I can see it, I can read it

I got drum clips, drummer beats, dumb shit, i'm in the streets like yellow lines, stop signs, and an acapella mind

like turn the beat off, when i wip out the south, gotta bring it back

While a nigga running out wit a black car, and been trappin out my backyard

Loving every minute of it

They say when you don’t like it

You become a victim of it, so I’ll stay on the map

My niggas pitch at public, i'm buying Gucci bags from boose, cause my bitches love me

Fuck it, Act like Boosie just came home and MC-Murder got parole, act like Tik ain't even gone, act like Pit Bull broke outta jail, act like Lil B wit a chopper, act like LT in the projects shootin' down a helicopter

[Chorus:]

You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking that you run the ball.

but I got it, man I’m done with yall

I’m done with yall, I’m done wit yall

You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking that you run the ball

but I got it, man I’m done with yall

I’m done with yall, I’m done wit yall

[Verse 3:]

The benz I made, made them wanna be my friend again I spin a bend again, pump up is adrenaline

People look at me cause yall don't see my vision and you can see i'm gettn' in even wit some tinted lens

Yeah I buy it now, I use the rent it then, I used to say just UNO, now I say send um in.

I use to fuck with her now, i fucked wit her and her twin, one get the dick the other one know when her work is in.

My mama gamble 20 stacks, she on the bingo bus, all she do is ball, if it weren't for her there wouldn't be no Buck

Stay up, when they stayin' under, I know millionaire niggas still playin numbers

We shut up to among us, you can't take nothing from us

remember how they done us even when the crew humongous

Just know I’m in the kitchen,

I’m still wiping wonders, shinin' all you niggas for the next 10 summers, FUCK YALL

[Chorus:]

You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking bout you wanna ball.

but I got it, now I’m done with yall

I’m done with yall, I’m done wit yall

You’re tryin to get it, get it, talking bout you wanna ball

but I got it, now I’m done with yall

I’m done with yall, now I’m done wit yall

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