Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buck 50, artist - TJ Porter.
Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Song language: English
Buck 50 |
You know BM 850? |
I’ma cop that whip |
Two man, passenger with me, he 'bout to smoke his zip |
And we don’t argue over bitches 'cause they all got clips, you feel me? |
A buck fifty, you niggas is politickin' |
Only time that I’m worried is when a dollar go missin' |
I’m the man now, bet you niggas don’t understand now |
I’m from the 'jects, I know how to break a gram down |
Arab in the kitchen, I watched how to cook a brick up |
You gotta know yourself and I wasn’t ready to sit up |
Young nigga, big heart, big world, big sharks |
If you lose yourself while you in the trenches, you get dogged |
It’s the summer, catch a nigga, indictment with eight chains |
All them niggas say they tough, but they never put in no pain |
Always kept it buck fifty, know the streets fuckin' with me |
Real recognize real and none of you fuckin' with me |
If niggas want it, they can get it, I’ma put that shit in order |
My uncle hatin' on me, I’m really feelin' like Porter |
Older niggas talkin' crazy, I’m really fuckin' they daughters |
How you feelin', lil' nigga? |
I’m really feelin' like Porter |
Any time, get the dice, I don’t chill with rats or mice |
Any nigga wanna battle, that nigga better be nice |
They all love me, I’m the man, bitches look better on the 'Gram |
How you likin' on my shit and then say that you got a man? |
You know summertime in Harlem I’m comin' to make your block hot |
Crusin' 'round these streets, I’m comin' through in a drop-top |
Comin' through the east, I be froze but make the spot hot |
I told my little mans he better not kiss on no thot-thot |
Yeah, I kept it a buck fifty, nigga |
Yeah, I know the streets fuckin' with me, nigga |
Yeah, Harlem, what’s up? |
(Let's do it) |
I know the streets fuckin' with me, what’s up? |
(Huh) |