Lyrics Horace Grant - BlueBucksClan

I feel like these niggas soft, niggas cupcakes (niggas soft)
Told her I'on want no pussy lemme fuck face (I'on want no pussy)
Last night was Prada down had a rough day (Prada down)
My feet will never ever feel how no Chuck lace

Big foreigns blockin' all the neighbors front gate
In the stu' I'm tryna see what bitches up late
On the phone with my jeweler what's the update? (What's the update)
I can see from court side these niggas pump faking
Wouldn't believe what I paid for my watch (wouldn't believe it?)
Can't believe what I paid for this wop (can't believe it)

15 hunnid dollars in this pot
Put yo' lips on this cup you bet not (you bet not)
Quiet bitch locked me up, I was shocked (I was shocked)
Looked down at my pockets they on steroids (steroids)
Barry bonds me a nigga, Uncle Elroy (Uncle Elroy)

Here go 25 hunnid get yo' hair done (get yo' hair done)
Bitch I paid every bill you can't trip none
I'm with eight bitches outta town make the trip fun (eight bitches)
This my last cup I can't afford to spill none (I can't spill none)
Told the chef make my plate when the meal done (when it's done)

Jeeezy pulled up in the lamb, you should've seen him
Hunnids in the glove compartment for no reason (for no reason)
These some undergarments finna go to Neimans (yeah, fuck it)
A lot of great bitches know about this penis (on my mama)

My bitch popped up on me, what you thinkin'? (Fuck you doing?)
I ain't even writing shit, I'm just speaking
I ain't never wrote no shit down I just wing it (I just wing it)
I can show you how to run these plays, I'm Sarkisian (I'm Sarkisian)
Rich bitches with some fire head what I'm seeking (what I'm seeking)
Seen yo' baby daddy, he still sliding in that Lincoln (nigga lame)
I just seen yo' bitch slide in the lil' Honda (in that Honda)
All I want is face told her I'on got no condom (I'on got no condom)

13 hunnid dollar shirt, yeah, no problem (13 hunnid)
Big shoes on the bottom say P-R-ADA (P-R-ADA)
Give her ten bands every time I see my momma
Bring ten friends when you come to see Obama (ten friends)

Niggas asking me where the hoes 'cause I got 'em ('cause I got 'em)
Can't bring no lame round my bros, they might rob 'em (they might rob 'em)
Forgis got me sitting real high like a Tonka (like a Tonka)
I keep fucking all my bitch friends that's my problem
All these black trucks pulling up, where my driver? (Where my driver?)
My bitch bad and she thick as fuck, I can't hide her (I can't hide her)
In DaVinci bleeding, damn I need to go to Kaiser (goddamn)

All you do is suck it for a hour how you tired? (How you tired?)
We ain't never tripping over bitches that shit minor (that shit minor)
At Celine getting dressed, I'on need no iron (I'on need no iron)
Putting this shit on, paid a lot for my attire (put that shit on)
Jeeezy he that nigga all the pretty hoes admire (they admire)
Five-star plates I ain't eating at no diner (eating at no diner)
Stuff an eighth in a wood I'on need no grinder (I'on need no grinder)
I want the baddest out the friends, lemme meet the rest (baddest one)
Shoot dubs, man I hate how these niggas bet

Swear to God man I hate how these niggas dress (hate how these niggas dress)
FaceTime with a famous bitch it won't reconnect (it won't reconnect)
I just dumped all my bitches finna reselect (reselect)
Everything you want it that box right there to the left (to the left)

She like my cologne, she like, "Damn nigga what is that?" (what is that?)
Gassin' on my song, they like damn where the chorus at? (Ain't no chorus)
BucksClan we can't lose, I'm the quarterback (I'm the quarterback)
Gabbana frames on my face feel like Horace Grant (Horace Grant)