Lyrics
Call me Bucky nigga, lucky that I'm innocent, ah
If I didn't have no morals, I'd be menacing, ah
How 'bout nigga a rapping conscious buh he ignorant, ah
How he from the hood but he still gon' go legitimate, ah
How he fuck a bunch of bitches, but he still respect the women
He still rolling in Sonata, he just got the windows tinted
Homie stabbed me in the back and that could never be forgiven
And my palms been itching, man, I like this superstition
Hmm-mm-mm-mm, hmm-mm-mm-mm
You can't have my phone number unless we running up the digits
Let me meditate, I just need a couple minutes
Try to lowball me, my cojones is still the biggest
Bitch, I get hot (hot, hot)
Ain't looking at the clock, still balling like Bron (hot, hot)
Yeah, I'm headed to the bucks then I'm balling like Gian (hot, hot)
Ain't looking at the clock still balling like Bron (hot, hot)
Bitch I get, bitch I get, bitch I get hot (yeah)
Let me meditate, then I celebrate
Tryna get the cake, I don't take a break
Mmm, yeah, bitch, wait
Grew up in the '90s', we was watching Ricki Lake
We was eating top Ramen or a TV dinner plate, uh
Made a couple dollars, so I'll pro'ly get the steak
Or I'm out at John and Vinnys, I told Quentin "I'll be late", ayy
I'm so epidemic, I'ma cause an epidemic
Put my feet up in the building
Bitch, I'm feeling like a tenant, ah
Bitch I get hot (hot, hot)
Ain't looking at the clock, still balling like Bron (hot, hot)
Yeah, I'm headed to the bucks then I'm balling like Gian (hot, hot)
Ain't looking at the clock still balling like Bron (hot, hot)
Bitch I get, bitch I get, bitch I get hot