Ain’t Gon’ Buck - Bonus Track

Ain't nobody that I trust (that I trust)
Keep to myself it's just my music and my gun (and my gun)
If you talk gangster and I stop you you hella dumb (hella dumb)
Go grab a stick and beat the motherfuckin' drum (drum)

I'm getting tired of these weirdos on the internet
Saying they want smoke but all the shots they throwin' indirect
Saying they grew up but we know you ain't into that
You just a follower you see me you hit the deck
How the fuck you allows rapping bout
Guns but always timid at your shows
Walking on your tippy toes
Scaring were killers were pros
You ain't put in no real work
You live off of someone else's soul
Play your part don't be a ho
I can see it when you post

You a bitch
Probably snitch
I know you ain't finna buck
You be crying like a ho if they be shooting up this club
Can't convince me you crying if you don't get it out the mud
Don't make a deal cause if you break a thing
Then I want that shit in blood
I'm to viscous with the comeback
Get your contacts
Squeeze the trigger til she climax
Can't get your mind back
And hella smoke when I slide back
Then get your life smacked
She rapping someone else's story you ain't finna slice scrap

See it's all fun and games til you offended somebody
Then he catch you at the mall break a limb off your body
Just be aware of the energy you really invitin'
They bring out fireworks cause they ain't really with fightin' and
They not really carin' in they saw you better back up hold bitch
If you see them go to reach you better lift the smoke shit
Cause all the muscle they reflecting all these little goats
They ain't in your lane or they gon'
Break you like a dinner roll bitch