Lyrics Buck Wild - Kid Ink

Buck Wild

Mr. Sean Brown
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I brought the gang with us
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it, fuck it up
Puffing out your chest (yeah)
Stretched to the
Baby working out and flex
Why we fuck it, fuck it up?
I go porno with the check, ayy
Roll that motorboat, got that chicken with the breast
Sitting on them hills, I up, don’t need no telly (no)
Seen your big ol' ass but that waist is like (woah)
Tell me what’s the charge like car, like I’m Nelly
Party in my pants, turn that fetty to confetti (woah)
Fuck it up, duck if you bug (woah)
They lie enough, in funds I trust
Niggas hopped up in my lane, I just switch up in and adjust
Hit the button, leave the dust
Baby, know I’m in a rush to see you
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, off the fly, screaming fuck the other side
Don’t be sly, get you high, I got all of the supplies
Can’t deny where I’m from, L.A. city I
No surprise, feel like Pac and twist my fingers in a knot
Hold it, hold it down, I’m it fuck around and drown, yeah
Chuck stay around, got the hammer, fix your frown, yeah
Niggas swear they it, yeah, you look just like a clown
Say, my name and that money hold weight
Pound cake
Fuck shit up, forty-two, she flush
Rock and, stuff
With that Mac for
Tell her back it up, repeat-peat while I’m pulling on her feefi
Going ape shit like, watch them hunnids go Hoodini, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up