Lyrics Buckle Up - Swifty McVay , Seth Bowman

Haha
I'm back bitches

Come assassin, black masks, passin' cops
Black light on my lap without a stash spot
We snatch guap, that gatekeeper of our block
Nonstop, the grim reaper's the mascot
Killing the game, crack pots, headshots
And animosity leaves nothin' but dead punks
Findin' bodies in dump trucks they high as fuck
I shoot 'em out of the sky faster than duck hunt
Motherfucker I'm comin' straight from the Dirty Dozen
While I'm hustlin' I'm cuffin' the Mac-11
And puffin' nothing but cannibus
Double cup with Robotussin, I'm an animal
Rap cannibal, you outta suffer
And I be bustin' your skull cap when I aim
I'll have 'em duckin' like Huntchback of Notre Dame
Wanna be known?
Well Nigga this is the cost of fame!
I'll make some pasta out of a Nigga's brain (What)

So throw it up
I could give a fuck, you ridin' or what?
I double up
I don't count on luck, I go with my gut!
So buckle up
When the brakes are off i'm comin' in clutch
Don't act tough
If you're 'bout it why'd you see me and duck?
So throw it up
I could give a fuck, you ridin' or what?
I double up
I don't count on luck, I go with my gut!
So buckle up
When the brakes are off i'm comin' in clutch
Don't act tough
If you're 'bout it why'd you see me and duck?

Uh, been through so much shit
That you can't even phase me
When I'm done with this
I bet your bitch will praise me
I'm no saint
But even players see through fake G
So when you cross me better think about your lady
Not here steal
But man I'll clutch steel if you make me
Not here for games so check the facts
You bitches crazy (yep)
You want me to fly off the handle
Take shots, I'll handle it (true)
You won't be the one to dismantle my spot
Come battle it (facts)
Y'all self-snitch then worry 'bout people tattling (haha)
Go push bricks then post on how you traveling (dumbass)
So why and the fuck would I get caught up with you?
I'm scrambled then (huh?)
I'd rather move different to always have the upper hand (yeah)
That's something you bitches don't seem to understand
'Till your family's shot up in a minivan (nah), damn
How many rappers we done lost to this game?
Like Swifty McVay said 'this is the cost of fame' bitch! (What!)

So throw it up
I could give a fuck, you ridin' or what?
I double up
I don't count on luck, I go with my gut!
So buckle up
When the brakes are off i'm comin' in clutch
Don't act tough
If you're 'bout it why'd you see me and duck?
So throw it up
I could give a fuck, you ridin' or what?
I double up
I don't count on luck, I go with my gut!
So buckle up
When the brakes are off i'm comin' in clutch
Don't act tough
If you're 'bout it why'd you see me and duck?