1st Place BlueBucksClan
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[Intro: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Yeah
[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Niggas in our way, they can't stop nothin' (They can't stop nothin')
She gon' keep suckin' til I stop cummin' ('Til I stop cummin')
Only time I'm nervous when the cops comin' (When the cops comin', Matt Brick$)
Ruth Chris, lot of steaks, it's a big tab (It's a big tab)
DJ quarterbackin' shit, I feel like McNabb (Like McNabb)
If I don't look good, you can bet my bitch bad (Yeah, this bitch bad)
Lame niggas in her face, watch my bitch laugh (She gon' laugh)
Facin' 'Woods, countin' money, I don't get mad (Countin' money)
Put the Lam' in Corsa mode, watch this bitch drag (Yeah, that bitch fast)
New Amiris cost a thousand, yeah, these rich pants (Yeah, these rich pants)
Cartiers on my arm, these ain't wristbands (These ain't wristbands)
'Member I ain't have shit, I used to ride the bus (I was broke)
Now you see me in that Urus when I'm flyin' up (Yeah, I'm flyin')
Balenciaga socks, I can't tie 'em up (I can't tie 'em)
All these grams in this 'Wood, I can't light it up (I can't light it)
I'm on these rap niggas' ass, I can't lighten up (I'm on they ass)
This shit comin' off the top, I ain't write it up (Off the top)
Diamonds flashin' on my wrist, yeah, they bright as fuck (Yeah, this bussin')
This bitch bad, I'm like, "Can your nigga fight or what?" (Can he fight?)
Balenciagas big, but they fit tight as fuck (Yeah, they tight)
I get fly, she like, "Damn, is you a kite or what?" (Is you a kite or what?)
Book the Clan, two bands, yeah, we slidin' up (Book the Clan)
Urus and a Cullinan, we don't be ridin' up (Big foreigns)
Yeah
[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Niggas in our way, they can't stop nothin' (They can't stop nothin')
She gon' keep suckin' til I stop cummin' ('Til I stop cummin')
Only time I'm nervous when the cops comin' (When the cops comin', Matt Brick$)
Ruth Chris, lot of steaks, it's a big tab (It's a big tab)
DJ quarterbackin' shit, I feel like McNabb (Like McNabb)
If I don't look good, you can bet my bitch bad (Yeah, this bitch bad)
Lame niggas in her face, watch my bitch laugh (She gon' laugh)
Facin' 'Woods, countin' money, I don't get mad (Countin' money)
Put the Lam' in Corsa mode, watch this bitch drag (Yeah, that bitch fast)
New Amiris cost a thousand, yeah, these rich pants (Yeah, these rich pants)
Cartiers on my arm, these ain't wristbands (These ain't wristbands)
'Member I ain't have shit, I used to ride the bus (I was broke)
Now you see me in that Urus when I'm flyin' up (Yeah, I'm flyin')
Balenciaga socks, I can't tie 'em up (I can't tie 'em)
All these grams in this 'Wood, I can't light it up (I can't light it)
I'm on these rap niggas' ass, I can't lighten up (I'm on they ass)
This shit comin' off the top, I ain't write it up (Off the top)
Diamonds flashin' on my wrist, yeah, they bright as fuck (Yeah, this bussin')
This bitch bad, I'm like, "Can your nigga fight or what?" (Can he fight?)
Balenciagas big, but they fit tight as fuck (Yeah, they tight)
I get fly, she like, "Damn, is you a kite or what?" (Is you a kite or what?)
Book the Clan, two bands, yeah, we slidin' up (Book the Clan)
Urus and a Cullinan, we don't be ridin' up (Big foreigns)
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