BlueBucksClan, Kalan.FrFr - Start Somethin' lyrics

Everyday we lit, bitch, It's Christmas
3 grams in my wood, ain't no incense
Clan, when they ask "who is this?"
C's on my body for Dior
BucksClan got it poppin
Pull up ain't riding no stick shift
Pulling off, going fast though
If I crash die with a bad ho

My bitch mad, she gon' cry in a Jag though
5 50's all, we some assholes
And we pulling up with sticks
We got mad poles
I'll pull up AR, in the Lambo
We'll pull up to your show
That shit canceled
Get to poppin in this bitch, candles
Louie bag, but got G's on her sandles
Ask how many P's I can handle

Send a hundred
I move lows in a week and a half
Getting beasty in a Jag
With a freak and some cash
Paul Walker if I crash, Imma die with a bag
Bad lil bitch with a whole lotta ass
She a scholar with that head
Took her right outta class
Getting jiggy with the safe
Gotta put on my mask
I'm getting 20 bands a show
That's a whole lotta tags

She got me on her back
I was down on my ass, I got racks now
Niggas town he hit the stage and started
Singing like this Motown

Remember I ain't have shit, ain't broke now
Now I'm spending thousands for a coat now
Bitches sink the boat down
Yeah she used to be your bitch, she my ho now

Backwood full of
Was a whole hundred shots, we had 2 50's
Whole hundred on my watch, neck 250
PUt a hundred on your top
Now your bitch missing
Put a hundred on your block
Now your trap bunking
Thick white bitch, ass look like 2 pumpkins
I'm off a lil mama, ain't no quick pumping
And I ain't even tryna talk
I'm tryna fuck something

And we ain't going with no
Need to tuck something
She ain't coming out with me
Then she suck something
Lamb truck, all these buttons, eh
Don't touch nothing
I be fucking niggas' bitches
I can't trust nothing quarterback, and Imma
Heard you froze up we ain't touch nothing
160 in the Lamb, got my heart pumping
Bust we tryna spark something

I ain't even tryna fuck
Pop a pill, booted up, let me bring my
15 for a verse, bitch, I'm
Bitches to the house, feel like
Make her pull up to the stu
Knock me down in the booth
She know I be fucking hoes
I be telling the truth
Nigga, come get your bitch
Got your ho on the loose
1942, she ain't fucking with