Pop me a modelo
Riding with my fellows
Ladies jumpin out the window
Trynna get in my schedule
I ain't got no time for that bitch
But that girl bought me a watch watch
And I don't even know how much that shit cost cost
But I been flexing rolling up all this tree
And you been hating hoping one day i fold up but you'll see
The only thing that's folding up is this money that green
Yadadamean
Or you don't know
California grown that's all I smoke
Back in the bay right by the sco
Santa rose?
Yeah that dope
That's my home
And I hold it down
Rep that shit like Charlie Brown
Yeah I'm IT but not no clown
Broke boys they don't make no sound
Ship that shit out by the pounds you know my homies make rounds
So back to my Flizzow
You know that my shit go
I'm Gassing in circles
So get off my dick hoe
This shit go hard not simple
Pop you like a pimple
And I be chillin with so many ladies like a pimp tho
And they be bringing me money and I can't get enough
I don't think I'm funny why you think they call me buck
She brought in the weed
He brought in the banger
One to Ease anxiety
And one for the haters
Cause you know we ain't got no time for that time for that
And you can find me in the cuts in the back in the back
Where my homies making racks doing raps doing raps
And if you find me up late prolly doing tats doing tats
And all my clothes they match now
It's your boy buck I stand out
They notice when we show up
These hoes man they get no love
I thought you done knew that
Ten blues that's a blue rack
Don't give me no boof pack
Green and pink
That's all I think
Pussy and weed
And it's all on me
Ain't none for free
Cause if it was
I'd prolly be going broke broke
And I ain't ever going back to that no no
So here I go go
Back to the bay where the weed stanks
Back to the bay where the pussy pays
Back where they gangbang
Everyone on the same thang
Don't you get it
That's how we raised
Don't you get it
We getting paid
Buck gang gang gang
Ducking from the police
Every day
Everyone that know me know I'm Rollin up
Dank dank dank
Damn you f*ckin stank
Pour up a drink while they hate
I'm on stage getting paid
With my fellows sippin modelos
Ice gleamin pictures gettin taken
I see hella bitches gettin naked
Lookin at my homie like shit we made it
J Buck - Modelo Lyrics
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Pop me a modelo
Riding with my fellows
Ladies jumpin out the window
Trynna get in my schedule
I ain't got no time for that bitch
But that girl bought me a watch watch
And I don't even know how much that shit cost cost
But I been flexing rolling up all this tree
And you been hating hoping one day i fold up but you'll see
The only thing that's folding up is this money that green
Yadadamean
Or you don't know
California grown that's all I smoke
Back in the bay right by the sco
Santa rose?
Yeah that dope
That's my home
And I hold it down
Rep that shit like Charlie Brown
Yeah I'm IT but not no clown
Broke boys they don't make no sound
Ship that shit out by the pounds you know my homies make rounds
So back to my Flizzow
You know that my shit go
I'm Gassing in circles
So get off my dick hoe
This shit go hard not simple
Pop you like a pimple
And I be chillin with so many ladies like a pimp tho
And they be bringing me money and I can't get enough
I don't think I'm funny why you think they call me buck
She brought in the weed
He brought in the banger
One to Ease anxiety
And one for the haters
Cause you know we ain't got no time for that time for that
And you can find me in the cuts in the back in the back
Where my homies making racks doing raps doing raps
And if you find me up late prolly doing tats doing tats
And all my clothes they match now
It's your boy buck I stand out
They notice when we show up
These hoes man they get no love
I thought you done knew that
Ten blues that's a blue rack
Don't give me no boof pack
Green and pink
That's all I think
Pussy and weed
And it's all on me
Ain't none for free
Cause if it was
I'd prolly be going broke broke
And I ain't ever going back to that no no
So here I go go
Back to the bay where the weed stanks
Back to the bay where the pussy pays
Back where they gangbang
Everyone on the same thang
Don't you get it
That's how we raised
Don't you get it
We getting paid
Buck gang gang gang
Ducking from the police
Every day
Everyone that know me know I'm Rollin up
Dank dank dank
Damn you f*ckin stank
Pour up a drink while they hate
I'm on stage getting paid
With my fellows sippin modelos
Ice gleamin pictures gettin taken
I see hella bitches gettin naked
Lookin at my homie like shit we made it
Riding with my fellows
Ladies jumpin out the window
Trynna get in my schedule
I ain't got no time for that bitch
But that girl bought me a watch watch
And I don't even know how much that shit cost cost
But I been flexing rolling up all this tree
And you been hating hoping one day i fold up but you'll see
The only thing that's folding up is this money that green
Yadadamean
Or you don't know
California grown that's all I smoke
Back in the bay right by the sco
Santa rose?
Yeah that dope
That's my home
And I hold it down
Rep that shit like Charlie Brown
Yeah I'm IT but not no clown
Broke boys they don't make no sound
Ship that shit out by the pounds you know my homies make rounds
So back to my Flizzow
You know that my shit go
I'm Gassing in circles
So get off my dick hoe
This shit go hard not simple
Pop you like a pimple
And I be chillin with so many ladies like a pimp tho
And they be bringing me money and I can't get enough
I don't think I'm funny why you think they call me buck
She brought in the weed
He brought in the banger
One to Ease anxiety
And one for the haters
Cause you know we ain't got no time for that time for that
And you can find me in the cuts in the back in the back
Where my homies making racks doing raps doing raps
And if you find me up late prolly doing tats doing tats
And all my clothes they match now
It's your boy buck I stand out
They notice when we show up
These hoes man they get no love
I thought you done knew that
Ten blues that's a blue rack
Don't give me no boof pack
Green and pink
That's all I think
Pussy and weed
And it's all on me
Ain't none for free
Cause if it was
I'd prolly be going broke broke
And I ain't ever going back to that no no
So here I go go
Back to the bay where the weed stanks
Back to the bay where the pussy pays
Back where they gangbang
Everyone on the same thang
Don't you get it
That's how we raised
Don't you get it
We getting paid
Buck gang gang gang
Ducking from the police
Every day
Everyone that know me know I'm Rollin up
Dank dank dank
Damn you f*ckin stank
Pour up a drink while they hate
I'm on stage getting paid
With my fellows sippin modelos
Ice gleamin pictures gettin taken
I see hella bitches gettin naked
Lookin at my homie like shit we made it
Writer: jacob buckingham
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