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You gon' learn buck a buckin'
D-boy squad buck a buckin' Boy

I'm in that phantom, for that gray poupon
Look at my arm bitch, ya see the bitch
Sweet home Alabama, Yeah, I her
I still try to hug her even though she ain't my

Yeah, I'm fucking wit home boy but ain't nothin' left
See, I got enough heart to with Martin Luther King
Got them right by me and we can have a party
If ya niggas try me, surprise

We got some for ya
Pop the trunk ,get the gift lemme show ya
treat that coke like a joke
A city's like a murder up in Copeland
Pick ya brain like a buncha snow
Yeah, I put weight down, now it's real estate

Tell me watcha 'bout me boy
me, I'ma mothafuckin' d-boy
Tell me watcha 'bout me boy
me, I'ma mothafuckin' d-boy
Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go
Yeah, so go d-boy, yeah, so go

If it ain't the truth me and my don't write it
9 years the day my uncle man got indicted
I thank God for the hard when I suffer
He protect me a Mother, nigga now, I'm tuffer

forget about you prof, I still see ya
I'm at the everyday, I can't leave ya
I feel your soul when I'm writing the pen
Fuck what them niggas say you my brother the end

Nigga save a spot for me, God I'm coming
Niggas fo' that money but they're leavin' here with nothing
If it a motherfucker, I'ma win it
As far as I'm concerned, ain't no in it

Call me the gritty green 'cause I'm lie
Now my [unverified] mommy better thank she got
[Unverified] get some shit, got a new house
'cause ya son made a million with his mouth