Can I Git Bucc (Explicit)

Yes yes yall yes yes yall yes yes yes yes yall

Yes yes yall yes yes yall yes yes yes yes yall

We got some people on the microphone here tonight

They coming to give you to you rough rugged and raw

You know that westcoast feel yea

All that s**t

Watch out its creep to what the f**k can he do

Showing for showy death gun come with you

F**k a posse homeboy I run with a gang

Blasting n***az for anything looking sneaky looking strange

Me and my couples from the pass kick gas

Smoke a pound of grass every doubt about cash

Glocks ski mask we bo on a match

Clush crash so don't even try to ask

I'm rough roughed and raw and what you see you just saw

What happen when dat n***a daz on the mic grab it

I take control and move you body and soul

One ho I move the crowd with an flow

Can I get bucc Can I get bucc

To all my homies and my ridaz who don't give a f**k

Who acting to tough and acting to rough

Come around here n***a get bucc

You mother f**kers in action

We blast n***az for asking the ghetto fab satisfication

Barrel directed to bone marrow hit cha

In traded to get cha damage yo completed vanish that you can't mannish

Its the gangsta and pimps with heated clips

You can't hide during the day we like Gladis Knight like plips

Mashing these n***az for chips

If you wanna ride dip like to fools in rip should

Throw up your hood its all good

N***a what gangsta anemic stripe

Super posting with a thirty-eight heater with my hosting

Blasting who ever stop from rocking coast to coasting

I burn and roasting a n***a who figure that

When you pull out a strap we ain't right where my gangstas at

Right Here

Show up to blow up your block

Out for the cream like the crock

I tell these n***az don't stop

Can I get bucc Can I get bucc

To all my mother f**king ridaz who don't give a f**k

Who acting to tough and acting to rough

Come around here n***a get bucc

To all of my n***az that couldn't crack britches

Staking riches dipping something ficous

Tapping switches macking and cracking b***hes

This rapping business is phony as hell

I'm going to ride until they throw me an L

Like all my homies in jail

I'm gun cocking con cock the shot the block so I can clock a knot

Hit the spot with my trunk knocking

Drop tops is the what pops the pussies

Bury more arms than octopuses

Gages and blocks and bushes

Ready to start the conflict

You want chronic I'm all for atomic energy

Literally thinking of the bomb s**t

Mob wit me don't mash alone

A chaperone h*es who love to blow on bones like a saxophone

When n***az think they Al Kapone

It only takes three steps draw squeeze shoot you gone

Who am I crooked I who are they daz and soopafly

On the rooper high stay true to my click

Can I get bucc Can I get bucc

To all my mother f**king ridaz who don't give a f**k

Who acting to tough and acting to rough

Come around here n***a get bucc