The Buck They Couldn’t Break

On my mama I'm tellin' yo mama
That she raised a bitchass nigga
I'm just triggered even when I'm not
I feel delicious
Boys is pitching in they kitchen
I ain't with the fixes
This'll be the last time that I try the biscuits
Conquer my real life
I'm really just doing side missions
We been wavy you should really let the tires mix it
All that cappin' that you doin' I hope you dive with it
You on a jive ticket
This that 2 drink minimum
I was killin' then I bombed on my last show
My shoes don't even have soul
Bad bones got the jones for this hottie
That shit slided I don't need a 30 clip
I hit targets, nigga
No shit startin' I miss Margaret
Set up a Kickstarter for all my bad habits
Dag nabbit
Rely on me for the fat baggies
And smile in the face of your backstabbers
Bitch