BUCKHEAD Lyrics – $uicideboy$ & Germ

BUCKHEAD Lyrics by $uicideboy$ & Germ

Rolling with them animals like Noah’s Ark
b#tch I got the blade like I’m Joan of Arc
Crazy with the chop when I’m off a bar
Spraying in the air hollering kill em all

Slick baby off of that sh#t
Devil from outta that pit
Levels to this I been sick
f#ck it up up in the pit

Yea uh I been popping pills and sipping drop
I spent 20 years up on that block
Beating on my chest I feel like Kong
Lemme talk my sh#t it’s been too long

Plugged in like a socket
Up in space like a rocket
Glock tucked in my pocket
Choppa here it got bodies

Bought that b#tch a new body
Crib came with a lobby
Rappers know I’m their papi
Sipping drank and rolling slow my b#tch powder her nose

Haters mad and want me sad but my net worth said no
Mad cuz they still broke
Mad I kicked that dope
Ten toes germ my folk

It’s your time gang go go go go
First off I’m that n#gg#
Step in take my picture
Greyfivenine the army

Walking deadman b#tch this thriller
I been ducked and ducking
Puffin onions
b#tches stank ain’t munchin’ nothing

I been around still can’t call it for nothing
These n#gg#s still bluffing and these zooties I’m puffin
Started off giving no f#cks a lot
Watch me hop in and out keeping it hot

Rocks in the dial bussing Kodak bop
Get higher than the moon and stars a lot
Stones and the rubies they bussing like fye
Crosshairs on my mind can’t seem to take me out

Hold up she on my line gimme some time
I can’t get away
No time to unwind
Sliding

I’m in my own lane
Sliding in n out of dames
Sliding
Never needed fame

Sliding
You ain’t even paid
Slidin’
Still don’t hold weight

Another homicide
Another homie died
Another subject you couldn’t relate too
I been out roaming long time losing my mind I think I just had me a breakthrough

Hate you
59 bring da business
59 shots my ammunition
59 we draped in linen

59 might toss you some Pennie’s
Never looking back
Do my best to cover my tracks
Feeding the monkey that’s climbing my spine

And in return my itches always get scratched
Never again have to wait in a line
But I wait for the lines to get formed out the sac
f#cking a different b#tch every night

But id rather get f#cked up and pass out
Platinum plaques
Stadiums packed
Stacking up racks

Hoes on my lap
Don’t give a f#ck I need to know where my stash at
Losing my mind
Wasting my time

Ain’t doing fine
Hating my life
Ah, f#ck
Wear my heart on my sleeve but it ain’t Balenciaga

Prolly FTP or G59 or something by Ariagga
Bought some Prada boots just to curb stomp me a p#ss#
Why they always looking at me?
Cuz they see what they never could be

Oddy nuff stay on alert
Yeah she pulling up her skirt
And then I skirt
Avoid the swell but I still f#cking surf
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$uicideboy$ & Germ Lyrics – BUCKHEAD

$uicideboy$ & Germ

BUCKHEAD