buck shots - a$ap rocky lyrics
[intro: a$ap rocky]
i ain’t scared (uh)
real n-ggas put the clip in and let it go (uh)
real n-ggas wanna run real (uh)
[verse 1: a$ap rocky & kelvin krash]
real (buckshot)
real n-ggas from the roll real (ends where they buck shot)
real n-ggas from the m
real n-ggas from the home (buckshot)
homeboy, you ain’t know (ends where they buck shot)
had a b-tch suckin’ on a lollipop at the bus stop
green glock, red glock (buckshot)
they ain’t really ready for me when i— (buckshot)
they ain’t really ready for me when i— (buckshot)
what the blood clot
n-ggas know not what n-gga want not, yeah
from the fort, fort knox, this ain’t fortnite
n-gga get your sh-t rocked, n-gga
buck shots, uh, uh (buckshot)
and my pictures like a mugshot
and all my b-tches got b-tt shots
[verse 2: playboi carti & a$ap rocky]
yeah, buck shots, left this man dead in the d-mn lot
in the kitchen pourin’ up the wock (yeah, yeah)
pour it on the f-cking clock
eh, yeah, buck shots, everybody in this b-tch got a mugshot
(hold up, hold up)
push up, now we on your block
b-tch, i’m off the bean and the d-mn wock
[verse 3: a$ap rocky & playboi carti]
got a clip and it’s full (buckshot)
leave a motherf-cker in the (ends where they buckshot)
man i was grown up since a young blood (buckshot)
now i’m bussin’ off shots (ends where they buckshot)
back in my younger days all i want was braids
all my mama want from me was grades (buckshot)
they ain’t really ready for me when i— (buckshot)
one stop, get some drugs and a d-mn glock
hold up
[verse 4: smooky margielaa]
oh, got them bullets aimin’ at your head top
ak-47 try to run up and we send shots (pew pew)
walkin’ with my chains out on a opp block
i’m with drippy drew, don’t try run up, you get dropped off
oh, yeah, off
pull up flexin’ with the top down (with the top down)
i’m with gang with some baddies on a yacht now, oh yeah
bought a brand new mulsanne, gucci down now, oh
n-gga, you ain’t in my lane, you a clown now, oh yeah
keep the semi tucked, n-gga, what you want now, yeah
bought a brand new gun, it’s gon’ catch you up, oh yeah
raf simons on my feet, i stay feet up, oh yeah
watch me pull up to the scene, n-gga t’d up, oh yeah
[outro: kelvin krash]
buckshot
buckshot
buckshot
ends with a buck shot
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