Air Yeezys Young Buck

[Verse 1]
Boy I feel like money my AC's on low
And in this round of crisis 3 hundred
And I got 8 more balls to go
Tell them young niggas I'm coming
Just get somewhere and be patient
The more that you keep texting me
The longer you keep waiting
My pitcher dine at their station
They mad they didn't find no cases
Since I provide no statements
Bitch let me out of this basement
A hundred racks of Latoya
I said bitch better not done wait you
If anything missing my nigga
They know I'm going places
The niggas still don't trust me
Wanna watch me while I cook it
The vice still can't bust me
I say I already shook it
What the fuck buck doing out here
I thought that nigga was rich
When it cuff that fair gun charge
I thought that nigga was snitch
Ain't Arizona just Melly
You fuck around with a felon
On the interstate I'm thrilling
Just think about who dealing
My uzzi matching my Louie
I'm a dope boy believe me
And I'm running from the police in my air yeezys