Armpit by MorBucks Lyrics
[Chorus] MorBucks
Wassup, Uh
Get cash up, Uh Huh
Light his ass up, fasho
I'm gettin it, with your mistress
He stealing, I’m in it
Smoking sour, in the ceiling
Lit City, built different
It's Bucks, you listening
Stop fucking with me yeah nigga go ballistic
Got racks in my hand with me no tennis
Big stick on nigga so it ain't no wrestling
I know he shiest like me can’t trust it
Riding round in a white and red coupe like I'm Russian
Dese niggas like a mother fucking script ima buss em
I was smoking on the gas shit smell like a armpit
I was drippy to the socks fifty thousand my garment
[Verse] Drew Drippy
Tell a bitch get up
Hundred round drum in the clip get you hit up
I was dead broke, hitting them licks everywhere we go
My heart so cold, I said fuck it had to put my wrist on froze
Back in the days, I was kicking down doors had to change my ways
House in the hills, she a groupie lol bitch and I heard she pop pills
Back in the field, I see niggas die man this shit could get real
Run up them bands, told all of my brothers we stacking them M's
Ima drive in the Benz, Oh that is your girl I heard she a fan
[Chorus] MorBucks
Wassup, Uh
Get cash up, Uh Huh
Light his ass up, fasho
I'm gettin it, with your mistress
He stealing, I'm in it
Smoking sour, in the ceiling
Lit City, built different
It's Bucks, you listening
Stop fucking with me yeah nigga go ballistic
Got racks in my hand with me no tennis
Big stick on nigga so it ain't no wrestling
I know he shiest like me can't trust it
Riding round in a white and red coupe like I’m Russian
Dese niggas like a mother fucking script ima buss em
I was smoking on the gas shit smell like a armpit
I was drippy to the socks fifty thousand my garment
Wassup, Uh
Get cash up, Uh Huh
Light his ass up, fasho
I'm gettin it, with your mistress
He stealing, I’m in it
Smoking sour, in the ceiling
Lit City, built different
It's Bucks, you listening
Stop fucking with me yeah nigga go ballistic
Got racks in my hand with me no tennis
Big stick on nigga so it ain't no wrestling
I know he shiest like me can’t trust it
Riding round in a white and red coupe like I'm Russian
Dese niggas like a mother fucking script ima buss em
I was smoking on the gas shit smell like a armpit
I was drippy to the socks fifty thousand my garment
[Verse] Drew Drippy
Tell a bitch get up
Hundred round drum in the clip get you hit up
I was dead broke, hitting them licks everywhere we go
My heart so cold, I said fuck it had to put my wrist on froze
Back in the days, I was kicking down doors had to change my ways
House in the hills, she a groupie lol bitch and I heard she pop pills
Back in the field, I see niggas die man this shit could get real
Run up them bands, told all of my brothers we stacking them M's
Ima drive in the Benz, Oh that is your girl I heard she a fan
[Chorus] MorBucks
Wassup, Uh
Get cash up, Uh Huh
Light his ass up, fasho
I'm gettin it, with your mistress
He stealing, I'm in it
Smoking sour, in the ceiling
Lit City, built different
It's Bucks, you listening
Stop fucking with me yeah nigga go ballistic
Got racks in my hand with me no tennis
Big stick on nigga so it ain't no wrestling
I know he shiest like me can't trust it
Riding round in a white and red coupe like I’m Russian
Dese niggas like a mother fucking script ima buss em
I was smoking on the gas shit smell like a armpit
I was drippy to the socks fifty thousand my garment