BlueBucksClan - Nobody Fuckin Wit Us lyrics
[BlueBucksClan - Nobody Fuckin Wit Us lyrics]
(EBlessedMe)
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Whole city know (yeah, they know)
Kitchen floor
Bet a thousand on the ten-or-four
(Ten-or-four)
Fly every day, I could've shot a video
(yeah, I could've, Cypress)
Foreign ridin' up high
But I'm sittin' low (yeah, I'm low)
Told the valet nigga don't slam
This Bentley door (Don't slam my door)
It's too cold, yeah
I'm finna grab my Fendi coat (Wear my coat)
Bitches sayin' they got niggas
Bet I hit 'em, though
(Still here)
Walkin' in these big shoes, but I fit 'em
Though (Still fit)
Too much money
It can't fit in no fuckin' wallet (yeah)
All these kicks
I can't fit in no fuckin' closet
(They can't fit)
Expensive-ass black belt, think I know karate
(I know karate) feel like Future
My bitch bad and she know pilates
(She know pilates)
Pretty-ass face and she got the perfect body
(yeah, she perfect)
Ain't no service in the hills
How you finna find me? (Ain't no service)
Labels ain't talkin' no mils
How you finna sign me? (Ain't no mil')
Four thousand dollar bills when
We finish dining (yeah, we eatin')
I just bought her them Diors
Is you finished whining?
Let these lil' niggas talk, alright
You finished lying?
I'm tryna marry all my bitches
Like I'm Frankie Lymon
She tryna suck it on the road
Can I finish driving?
Tried to turn and spilled my juice
Hit the fuckin' island
Twelve hundred on these kicks
Got me walkin' violent
Ain't no fans at your shows, yeah
Your shows silent
Bitches don't wanna fuck with y'all
Why you cryin'?
My bitch mad 'cause I don't listen, yeah
I'm too defiant
Walk in this bitch and make a banger
It ain't rocket science
Turn a blower to Houdini when
The cops behind us
Yeah, she left when I was broke
She tryna make it up
Told that bitch to suck it first
You gotta wake it up
It's a couple bad bitches I
Can't wait to fuck
High ceilings at the crib, this shit gated up
Told the bitch you gotta cook and
Clean to stay with us
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
Whole city know (yeah, they know)
Kitchen floor
Bet a thousand on the ten-or-four
(Ten-or-four)
Fly every day, I could've shot a video
(yeah, I could've, Cypress)
Foreign ridin' up high
But I'm sittin' low (yeah, I'm low)
Told the valet nigga don't slam
This Bentley door (Don't slam my door)
It's too cold, yeah
I'm finna grab my Fendi coat (Wear my coat)
Bitches sayin' they got niggas
Bet I hit 'em, though
(Still here)
Walkin' in these big shoes, but I fit 'em
Though (Still fit)
Too much money
It can't fit in no fuckin' wallet (yeah)
All these kicks
I can't fit in no fuckin' closet
(They can't fit)
Expensive-ass black belt, think I know karate
(I know karate) feel like Future
My bitch bad and she know pilates
(She know pilates)
Pretty-ass face and she got the perfect body
(yeah, she perfect)
Ain't no service in the hills
How you finna find me? (Ain't no service)
Labels ain't talkin' no mils
How you finna sign me? (Ain't no mil')
Four thousand dollar bills when
We finish dining (yeah, we eatin')
I just bought her them Diors
Is you finished whining?
Let these lil' niggas talk, alright
You finished lying?
I'm tryna marry all my bitches
Like I'm Frankie Lymon
She tryna suck it on the road
Can I finish driving?
Tried to turn and spilled my juice
Hit the fuckin' island
Twelve hundred on these kicks
Got me walkin' violent
Ain't no fans at your shows, yeah
Your shows silent
Bitches don't wanna fuck with y'all
Why you cryin'?
My bitch mad 'cause I don't listen, yeah
I'm too defiant
Walk in this bitch and make a banger
It ain't rocket science
Turn a blower to Houdini when
The cops behind us
Yeah, she left when I was broke
She tryna make it up
Told that bitch to suck it first
You gotta wake it up
It's a couple bad bitches I
Can't wait to fuck
High ceilings at the crib, this shit gated up
Told the bitch you gotta cook and
Clean to stay with us