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Lyricist: Backbone
Lyrics:
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm border, grit on that killer They call it Front Street, nobody know about it He works the concretes 'til it breaks daylight You see him post up in the cut, how many? I ain't servin' nothin' but good products I broke that wall, work that slang, choke that thang I'm talkin' 'bout 'I ain't dressin', nothin' but pain Keep the Chevrolet funked out I ain't even try to hitcha 'less y'all trunked out I come through, tear that thang up Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines Mr. F.F., I'm a stay bright every time
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liquid lime Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line Over time, like Dental, seein' green with the grill Super clean see a gleam through the windshield
It's everyday like the clock tick Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit It's off limits baby, you see the hand stiched material Workin' the original inertial I'm in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk I step on stage and get the whole place crunch Always guarantee friend-shh y'all You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all Yes sir, hold on, hold the dice Set these down, then I'm gone One more shot cause I'm on tonight I shook another fifty-two Now tell me what do they wants to do?
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
I could fly these sucka ducks with the right dosage Now hear, bust it open, get it smokin', that's him Sack it up and watch it jump out the gym Shorty told you what it is when you come through here This sucker emcee say he lookin' for me Tell him, ain't nothin' boy, is you the police When I put the mic down they say they found residue And the laws wanna charge me for verbal abuse Blow smoke up out the roof, they ain't got no proof Six-eights, skate Decatur, them boys blue, I'm sayin' Go getcha ass bread, ya understand Man these suckers think I'm playin' (Man they puffin' weed)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em) I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
Five, deuce, four, tre Shawt, shawty
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