Shakewell
Buff Squad
[Intro]
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Pu**y money, that gangsta ho
Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low
Good, dirty hoe, close range

[Hook]
Pu**y money, that gangsta ho
Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low
Good, dirty hoe, close range
Pu**y money, that gangsta
Pu**y money, that gangsta ho
Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low

[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Bouta run up on him with the hellfire (boom, boom)
Pu**y motherf**kers wanna trust me with gang signs
Floats in the middle of the ocean and I leave a body croak
And this weed got me choking on the blood I be soaking
Lost in the block of my city I'm closing my eyes
And I take a deep breath then I jump off the bridge
There's no going back the weights on my shoulders
And the pain on my chest and the devil exists
When I play the blade you fall to your knees and you beg for your life now you worship the grey
You f**king with p*ss that's locked in a cage
That’s looking for flesh in murderous ways
Creep out the dungeon, I hop out the bush
Dragging your body inside of the woods
Murderers drug dealers inside my hood
Run motherf**ker, be the pu**y like you would

[Verse 2: Pouya]
Yuh Yuh
IRS on my neck
Six digits on the check
Underground, better give me my respect
2012 I was swerving at the curb getting buck
Meanwhile, these skeleton rappers all on my nuts
I raised me, ain't nobody made me, they love what I'm saying, they love what I'm doing
Give me one more year and I turn into an OG
Know me, from the old me, b*t*h you owe me I let you get on me
[Verse 3: Shakewell]
I’m always feeling on my products I'm frequent in this spot
You speakin' you ain't never been in any situation, reaching for your Glock
But I know it's fake and all these b*t*hes sucking
I ain't got no patience for a dumb a** hoe
Who ain't giving face, and if you got a problem
We can catch a fade boy
I been getting faded xannies in my system, I've been elevated

[Verse 4: Germ]
Damn I hate this b*t*h, damn I hate this life
Always on the hype for hunnids', you better be duckin'
I’m comin', I’m sluggin' some tossin' sl*ts into buses
B*t*h, I’m bringin' the ruckus
F**k is he sayin' I slayin', we ain’t contemplating insanity
This sh*t is not meant for me, ridin' wit my enemies
Hatin' me, sitting silent in my vicinity
B*t*h, I’m a dog, b*t*h I’m off the leash
Murder mixed with major profits b*t*h cool it stop it
I got a rocket, I’ll boot you to NASA
Astronaut Status, Super Future with the blammer
Hammer time damn I handle mine
Buckin' b*** ugly nuts suckin big musty nuts
F**k every moment livin' once
Ride it or not you can ride my one