This Year

[Intro: Wizkid, Sey Buckz]
(Lowkeymali, what's the word?)
Grah, grah, boom
It's Bucky (It's Bucky)
Like 9 to the (9 to the, like what)
Like 9 to the 8, TMO Dark Side 69th Baby, grah

[Verse 1: Sey Buckz, ATM Biscotti]
Shorty all on my dick, but you know I can't cuff her
She want me to hit, had to thrown on a rubber
Yeah, she fanned out, she want me to love her
Better go line the opps or go home to your mother
Ima player, word to bro, I ain't tricking
Addicted to money, they know that we get it
Put the beam on a G, not a, put the beam on a G, now a dumb nigga trippin
Catch a shot for jacking he the 6
You and Huncho two deep, and y'all both ain't on shit
And lil Bobby keep dissing, but never took trips
Nigga got no scenes, who the fuck did you hit, like
And Mo Bando steady running rick
He got beat with his pops, word to bro, nigga snitched
Oh, they thought I would bluff with the G?
Throw a shot, now he running from me
Why he ducking? Like this ain't no hide and go seek
Free Sandy, brodie done glitched every scene
If we treat you like Booker, going for the three
Niggas stay getting tagged, but keep dissing my team
Like RD put himself in a dream
I see red when I'm bending 16 (Grah, grah)
Like I'm trying to walk something down in the street (TMZ, TMZ)
If he talk on DB, he get put in a splee (Like)

[Verse 2: ATM Biscotti]
Niggas yelling they next, that's why I gotta show em how we get
Gotta pay with their [?] like I came to collect
Niggas speaking on bro, they ain't coming correct
Can't forget about Flashy, ain't keep him a vest
Like ATM, we is not like the rest
Blowing on niggas, the fuck is a ref?
And they tucking them hits, but I rather say less
Bending the 6, who the fuck on that Ave?
Rapping on beats, nigga, check on the stat sheet
I'm trying to flick, but I think he too fast
Come and play ball cause I don't do the
Come and play ball cause I don't do the rap beef
Totin on Ashley, I'm in the backseat
Hang out the roof, I'ma do em like
Hang out the roof, I'ma do em like Maxy

[Verse 3: Sey Buckz, ATM Biscotti]
Like I'm tryna spin and I don't need a reason
Why them niggas be dissing, like my niggas creeping
Like Renny, what did you do on my [?], had you wheezing
OG bugging, was tryna decease him
Word to bro, niggas gotta get back
Dou, Jimmy, Maxy, tagged
RD put himself in a pack
And Miyagi couldn't run, got blitzed with the strap
Talking on Doula, I'm handing out seven
This they year, I been tryna tell em
Who that in the street, up at you and your best friend
That's Bando, told Bucky to get em
Opp thots, we the ones making them wetter
9 Block, we them niggas getting cheddar
Cars, money, who do it better?
Like stop all the dissing and get it together