V.Y.L.E. - Buck Lyrics

Shut the f*ck up, bitch
Quit getting buck, bitch
Or Skrap'll cut ya up and stuff ya in the trunk, bitch
I'm on some f*ck shit
Constantly getting drunk, dodging them coppers and popping off at the mouth
Know that I'm blowing the potent and rolling up puffing this smoke when I locate a f*ck boy
Tucked toy, but I'm only showing if a pussy act up, I'ma smack up a lame
If they try to deny the fact that I'm the illest and spit sicker than anyone in the game
No Xanax in my system, cuz I only f*ck with psychedelics and that herb
Beat murder on a track, illing when I'm high as hell, it's
Irrelevant of you to try and raise hell when I'm straight out the gates of it
Cut up a punk, rubbish stuffed in his trunk, mummified and cuffed
Tucked up away in a cupboard, locked up cuz he stunk
Stank? Rolling up dank, put a shank in my chest plate, a f*cking slug up in my temple
Should've never crawled outta Hades
Cuz I'll just end up getting sent back if I'm living this sinful

Michael Cole, The Rock says, know your role and shut your mouth

Bust a punk mutherf*cker with the butt end of a 45
Sipping 40s, got supply up in my knapsack
Foiled up and wrapped, LSD with a couple caps
And if a f*ck boy run up then he might just catch the BRRAAATTT
I evolved from young Skrap, from Numerical then V.Y.L.E
Selling acid tabs, I'm really sick of stale MCs and pussies flexing
Like they got the bread, please, you ain't got a dime to your name and you reaching
Bitch, you best believe that I hear every diss you sneaking
And I'm creeping up behind ya with a steel bat, you gon feel that
Watch me reel back, swing, splatter your muthaf*cking brain matter on the sidewalk
Outline drawn by a pussy cop with a piece of white chalk