Versuri Gucci Mane – Bucking the System ft. Kevin Gates lyrics
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Trappin all day on the goddamn skreets
I didnt even have nowhere to goddamn sleep
I remember recordin in Zay mama basement
Way way way before he ever had a placement (On God)
Dead bodies in the bando we called it a vacant (Bando)
Smokin drinkin sellin dope but I was on probation (Facts)
Turned into a killer soon as I left my Cecilia (Straight up)
I dont think they feel ya til the ghetto try to kill ya (Oh Lord)
Free my n*ggas in the system motherf*ck the system
If you a snitch f*ck you and who snitchin with ya (f*ck ya)
Loan money walk let the lady take her picture (Mwah)
Not every day the b*tch see a million dollar n*gga (Well damn)
Hired killers with me now I cant be a victim (Pow pow)
Choppa close by all the time Im buckin the system
Diamonds precious but nothins more precious than wisdom (Bling)
The fresh is in the buildin bless the ghetto-children (Bless em)
Fronted me to pack I aint pound em back Im buckin
Been known to buck the system call the plug and told em “f*ck em”
Pockets swole for parole I feel is an injustice
For me to be broke and strugglin I cant be out hustlin (Gucci)
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Im buckin Im buckin Im buckin
Im buckin Im buckin Im buckin the system
Im buckin on n*ggas Im buckin up pistols
Im takin up pistols and kill em
Im buckin Im buckin Im buckin
Im buckin Im buckin Im buckin the system
Dont f*ck with these n*ggas
Dont rock with these n*ggas
They try me Im buckin the system
Breadwinner fly and Im goin out gangsta
Gold mouth dawg and your homeboy fakin
Breadwinner landlord need a little favor
Peterbilt eighteen-wheeler with the reefer trailer
I dont get a load in Ima send a load b*tch
Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court b*tch
Ding-dong push button bricks front door shit
1017 n*gga Breadwinner Brick Squad! (Brick Squad!)
I control a forklift yeah they just sent four
Hundred round discharge writin on the clipboard
Put you in the coffin I bought a new fit for it
Bite a n*gga apple (Baow) MacBook laptop
Droptop MAC-11 ridin with the strap out
Got my own blueprint guess I got it mapped out
Just was on Carolina standin in the trap house
Said I wouldnt be shit think I didnt hear about it
Now a n*gga clip cost bigger than your real house
I get on a helicopter blindfold to Mexico
You pull up to meet a middle man at Texaco
Breadwinner safeguard run off on who?
You gotta send the money fore the load come through
N*gga Peewee League pay with peewee cheese
I be overseas Im in Medellín with it
If you takin my lick I got felonies n*gga
Livin like that when I fell in these systems
Real Hermés what we sell in these trenches
Deal cocaine but the recipe different
Ask Lee Lucas if Im cut like that
Real street n*gga but the pedigree different
Pillow talk bout me you a jelly bean n*gga
I slam on your fam if you tell on me n*gga
I slam on your fam if you tell on me n*gga
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Im buckin Im buckin Im buckin
Im buckin Im buckin Im buckin the system
Im buckin on n*ggas Im buckin up pistols
Im takin up pistols and kill em
Im buckin Im buckin Im buckin
Im buckin Im buckin Im buckin the system
Dont f*ck with these n*ggas
Dont rock with these n*ggas
They try me Im buckin the system
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