BlueBucksClan - 1st Place lyrics

Yeah

Niggas in our way, they can't stop nothin'
(They can't stop nothin')
She gon' keep suckin' til I stop cummin' 
('Til I stop cummin')
Only time I'm nervous when the cops comin'
(When the cops comin', Matt Brick$)
Ruth Chris, lot of steaks, it's a big tab
(It's a big tab)
DJ quarterbackin' shit, I feel like McNabb
(Like McNabb) if I don't look good
You can bet my bitch bad
(yeah, this bitch bad)
Lame niggas in her face, watch my bitch laugh
(She gon' laugh)
Facin' 'Woods, countin' money
I don't get mad (Countin' money)
Put the Lam' in Corsa mode
Watch this bitch drag
(yeah, that bitch fast)
New Amiris cost a thousand, yeah
These rich pants (yeah, these rich pants)
Cartiers on my arm, these ain't wristbands
(These ain't wristbands)
'Member I ain't have shit
I used to ride the bus (I was broke)
Now you see me in that
Urus when I'm flyin' up
(yeah, I'm flyin')
Balenciaga socks, I can't tie 'em up
(I can't tie 'em)
All these grams in this 'Wood
I can't light it up (I can't light it)
I'm on these rap niggas' ass
I can't lighten up (I'm on they ass)
This shit comin' off the top
I ain't write it up (Off the top)
Diamonds flashin' on my wrist, yeah
They bright as fuck (yeah, this bussin')
This bitch bad, I'm like
"Can your nigga fight or what?"
(Can he fight?)
Balenciagas big, but they fit tight as fuck
(yeah, they tight)
I get fly, she like, "Damn
Is you a kite or what?"
(Is you a kite or what?)
Book the Clan, two bands, yeah
We slidin' up (Book the Clan)
Urus and a Cullinan, we don't be ridin' up
(Big foreigns)

Walk up to the baddest bitch like
"You fine as fuck"
(Bitch, you fine as fuck)
You want some Dom? you sip lean?
You want wine or what? (What you need?)
My bitch bad, she walk in
Bitches straighten up (Straighten up)
Think I'm dreamin'
Get some top while I'm wakin' up (Goddamn)
Really hate weak bitches, guess I'm racist
Huh? (Guess I'm racist, huh?)
Fuckin' bitches on the balcony in Vegas
Huh? (Damn)
I don't smoke, but we got pounds
DJ facin' one (He facin' one)
This bitch bad, I'm like
"Can your nigga take a punch?" (Punch)
Let me fuck you on your break
'cause he don't bring you lunch
(Bring you lunch)
I just hit her when I'm bored, yeah
It's been some months (I was bored)
Eatin' breakfast with your son
He like Cap'n Crunch (Cap'n Crunch)
She let me hit her three times
I only met her once (Met her once)
Yeah, let them bitches in
These niggas not with us (Hell nah)
Got the top, then I dipped
Act like I'm in a rush (In a rush)
White bitch rich as fuck with the fakest butt
(Fakest ass) she love that ghetto shit
I let her hit my double cup (Double cup)
This shit simple
We be rappin' just to run it up (Run it up)
Gettin' bored with this shit, bro
Who cold as us? (On God)
Everywhere we go, the bitches flock, yeah
They notice us (Notice us)
She like, "Ain't you with the Clan?
Y'all be goin' up" (On my mama)

Them hoes ain't bad, they can't go with us
(They can't go)
This Omega on this beat, nigga, load it up
(Load it up)
Neezy poured in this GLE, he tore it up
(Tore it up)
Ten foreigns back-to back when we showin' up
(yeah, that's us)
Weak bitches make me sick
Got me throwin' up (Ugh)
Big trophy on my wrist, watch me hold it up
(Big trophy) bucksClan in first place
You niggas know it's us (Know it's us)
Tryna fuck the first date, bitch
You know what's up (You know what's up)

Persian bitch from the valley, got an accent
(Got an accent)
Last year you was the man, bro
What happened? (Damn, what happened?)
Gucci with a Louis shirt like
"What match this?" (Ayy, what match this?)
Told 'em load this shit up
I heard Matt Brick$

(Matt Brick$, Omega)
(Nike Boy)