Young Buck

Young Buck - Wasted lyrics

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Feat. JT The Bigga Figga, CUB & Bezzeled Gang

Crazy, crazy

Crazy, crazy

I’m just a hood nigga with a good plug

We’ve been lasting these last paged years

We got this shit like cashes

Sellin’ this shit like ____

We ain’t rappin’

We all rappin’

Kids keep screaming they got to work

But I don’t see nome of that happening

I keep tellin’ the buji bitch she might lose her acquaintance

Keep turned up

But I’m turned off

My mind don’t get that work out

Play with me nigga and get merked out

I gave you the bricks and you jerked out

Standing on the couch with my shirt on

I’m money making from a dope deal

The 7th day is about money

For the 2nd day is the 3rd truck

Keep my happy back when I work out

Turkey bag on a baby skill

Count every nigga

Got to turn the profit

What up?

I’m checking

Load up the taking and I’m going profit

Cause money got me crazy

I’ m so wasted

I’m so wasted on my mind

I got all these rigs on me

I’m so wasted

I’m so wasted on my mind

Got some white boys that want white girl

Got some Asian hoes that want ex pills

Got two fine, thick caramel hoes

Wanna see what that molly is

Got 2 Js won’t let it rock

Got some young niggaz

Want some T-shirts

I’m a walking trap

I can’t stop

See this here?

Not hip-hop

So you all niggaz can miss me

Put that rap shit

See all day and all night I’m hustling

My aim rap still getting to me through custom

I’ m well cleaned but it’s Friday

I’m selling dope and white burden

And I’m charging niggaz like 30

Real killers in my circle

Niggaz need this and they might merk you

And I got my mind on my money, vice versa

Crib nigga with a big pistol

But I don’t need blunts

They show me love

Me and them keep rolling up

I ‘m a real nigga

I ain’t never lame

I swear to God I ain’t never on chain

I came up, I’m about to sell a cane

It’s the best game telling me

Cause money got me crazy

I’ m so wasted

I’m so wasted on my mind

I got all these rigs on me

I’m so wasted

I’m so wasted on my mind

My mind is plotting on 100 mill

Sitting off in that old school

That drop top and got no ceiling

Their ass bill don’t get it twisted

Check your flip

Break it down, yeah zip, zip

Sorry that bitch ain’t checkin’ and tellin’

Real nigga, no pretending

Fuck nigga get side line

All my niggaz trying to go

They already know we have fine eyes

So niggaz talkin’ side ways

Keep talking on that side

I still remain to keep the cash chasin’

Scale got residues

So we break things and we lose pain

Gang banging this bitch

Cause money got me crazy

I’ m so wasted

I’m so wasted on my mind

I got all these rigs on me

I’m so wasted

I’m so wasted on my mind

All this money got me crazy on my mind

All this money got me crazy on my mind

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