[Verse 1: Berner]
I was brought up on the product, drug dealin' kingpin
Shit I’m on exotic, all white seats. no lease, yeah, I bought it
Bulletproof truck just in case we get shot at (look out)
When it drop, I'm the first one that got it
I told that bitch go on put it in my pocket
I be up early in the mix, phone ringin' all the time
Said he wanna cop nine but I only brought five
The other four went to Livermoore
Twenty-Six bricks on my kitchen floor
Nightmares of the Feds, I don’t sleep right (don't sleep)
Send that bitch home on a cheap flight
Carry-on bags full of cream envelopes
My baby, she don't speak on my telephone
You say a prayer when it leave
I bet it go quick when it get to Tennessee
[Bridge: Young Buck]
Naw, for real, niggas know what's up
It's buckshot, A.K.A. the cookie monster
Soon as it touch down, we C.O.D. niggas
Cashville, what up!
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Trappin' lemon Jell-o in the ghetto, nigga
Roll a quarter ounce in a cigarillo, nigga
Every order counts, watch what you gon' sell a nigga (what'chu doin?)’
If I send it to your house, you bet not tell a nigga
They got all these German Shepards runnin’ round this Wraith
Fido couldn't find it if I put it in his face
Boy hittin’ home-runs, niggas still on third-base
Gettin' it by the tons puttin' it up in her place
Fellow rapper and a promoter, I book you 'fore it’s over
My bitch about to bring another box of Bakin' Soda
And I got a couple niggas' addresses and a photo
I'mma pull 'em out and pull up when the time right
You penny-pinchin' niggas make sure every dime right
You know that Ruger with the red light'll get a nigga mind right
Berner, anything land you know I have it gone
And I fly out to the Bay and come and wrap my own
Buck
I was brought up on the product, drug dealin' kingpin
Shit I’m on exotic, all white seats. no lease, yeah, I bought it
Bulletproof truck just in case we get shot at (look out)
When it drop, I'm the first one that got it
I told that bitch go on put it in my pocket
I be up early in the mix, phone ringin' all the time
Said he wanna cop nine but I only brought five
The other four went to Livermoore
Twenty-Six bricks on my kitchen floor
Nightmares of the Feds, I don’t sleep right (don't sleep)
Send that bitch home on a cheap flight
Carry-on bags full of cream envelopes
My baby, she don't speak on my telephone
You say a prayer when it leave
I bet it go quick when it get to Tennessee
[Bridge: Young Buck]
Naw, for real, niggas know what's up
It's buckshot, A.K.A. the cookie monster
Soon as it touch down, we C.O.D. niggas
Cashville, what up!
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Trappin' lemon Jell-o in the ghetto, nigga
Roll a quarter ounce in a cigarillo, nigga
Every order counts, watch what you gon' sell a nigga (what'chu doin?)’
If I send it to your house, you bet not tell a nigga
They got all these German Shepards runnin’ round this Wraith
Fido couldn't find it if I put it in his face
Boy hittin’ home-runs, niggas still on third-base
Gettin' it by the tons puttin' it up in her place
Fellow rapper and a promoter, I book you 'fore it’s over
My bitch about to bring another box of Bakin' Soda
And I got a couple niggas' addresses and a photo
I'mma pull 'em out and pull up when the time right
You penny-pinchin' niggas make sure every dime right
You know that Ruger with the red light'll get a nigga mind right
Berner, anything land you know I have it gone
And I fly out to the Bay and come and wrap my own
Buck
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