Sinnin Neek Bucks (Ft. Tsu Surf)

[Intro: Neek Bucks]
Yeah
(Ayy, Smatty, let's count up some—)

[Verse 1: Neek Bucks]
God forgive me, I'ma be sinnin' for a minute
Four demons in a rented, slidin' tinted
I can't let no nigga get me
You know I should go down and if that shit ever get sticky
I can't have no nigga out here frontin', actin' like they with me
I had them demons on my mama couch
Schemin', we was lookin' for a reason, tryna block it out
Bro step on that shit, he still'll grease you, he don't talk it out
Why would I cap? I make 'em do you in that parking lot, yeah
I still keep them racks on me
They was tryna search me for the pole, I had crack on me
Bitches tried to curve me, I was broke, them bitches back on me
I guess them bitches must've heard I keep them packs on me, yeah
Bro was tryna tell me it was love
How the fuck that shit was love when he ain't never show me love? That shit a dub
All under niggas' pics we don't fuck with
See how we rockin', I'm with the niggas that I'm stuck with, tell them niggas up it

[Chorus: Neek Bucks]
Yeah, you know them charges change everything
That shit determine whether he love you or he don't
Would he slug you or he won't?
Sometimes I sit and think if I get caught up with this pole
I know I'm probably next to blow, but shit, fuck it, I'ma tote
And I been runnin' up this money, niggas be hatin' on the low
So I gotta keep them hitters with me everywhere I go
But we really know what's gold, that shit embedded in our soul
And bro was in his glow until they caught him with the pole