My Tuck

(pre-hook)
I ride around my 45 get tucked
No passes out no wild n out I’m bucked
Shirt clean with napkin nigga no cups
Fuck around a real get fucked

(Hook: Yamine)
I ride around with bitches lookin all tucked
Go and fuck up some digits in my truck
Fuck around and get really fucked up
I don’t play around with my money and no bucks

(Verse 1)
50s with 40s, and 9’s with shawties
These bitches know not to run up
Fucking and wilding, then crying and clowning
These niggas know what’s up
In the middle of the AC and the 3’s with phillies and Chicago
Fuck’n these hoes, leaving these shows, and rolling around in the dough
Bitches be reading, and sucking the cemen
Knowing they fucked then start leaving
Now that I’m beaming
I go head a stream it and tell these other rappers to leave me
I’m up in the game, and never refrain
Got nigga gone like Timmy
Ain’t shit funny
When your with my money
I need it now or you go running
Running these streets then meeting the beef
Now niggas gone like the reef
Wetting them sheets
And earning your stripes
Now you gotta get the price
Crip or blood, drug or plug
You don’t know what you are
Now your gone and your home
No more bitches get boned