Loco Lyrics - Young Buck

Fuck a diss record 

I'm on that get the bricks record 

I wanna get rich record 

YOU FUCK BOYS!! 

I be sippin' lean with the good lord doin' drug deals with the devil 

But my brothers been out on tour but I been gettin' it on another level 

I Cant Twittter beef with these pussy niggas im on a get get rich forever 

And you know I roll with a whole lot of Crips that will load of clips that will hit whoever 

Tell that lil nigga better get his together 

Hard headed I don't know no better 

No friends came home from the pen 

Wit a pocket full of lint and a Big Meech letter 

And I'm fuck wat Donald Trump talk bout I like change when I met Rosetta 

So I'm on my way to the border pickin up a order running through the dust 

Bitch you know still running round with the Desert 

Can't let a nigga take my treasure 

Gotta keep it in the street 

These niggas too weak 

Some beefs just never get settled 

I would buy a brick with your bezel 

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I would spray a Mac at your Maybach 

I be really rich rollin' cuz and niggas know I don't play that 

Bitch I helped El Chapo come home 

I'm too turnt 

Aye Bitch you know 

(I know they told you) 

I know you know 

(Don't play with me) 

Bitch I helped El Chapo come home 

(I got the hood turnt) 

Aye did you know 

(I know they told you) 

I know you know 

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(Don't fuck with me) 

Real niggas ain't got time to entertain none of that fake shit 

I don't wanna hear about Nicki, Meek Millor none of that Drake shit? Still been ducking curly head he hoping out the gay shit 

My young been trying to get some bread so I gave him a 8th to play with 

I still on that AK shit the one that I shoot up the rafe with 

Choppa give that nigga face lift you know imma do wat u say Fif 

I'm trying to keep you out way Fif 

I know you'll pull up where they stay Fif 

I'll get it done with the yay Fif 

You ain't go when u say Fif 

Rich niggas stay hand to hand 

White, green, brown and the tan 

Running round with the Taliban 

Trying to kill the man that killed Sandra Bland 

Imma stick ya chain and play? 

Imma put this pistol to ya brain 

I got the plug permission 

Some of yall bout to come up missing 

Bitch I helped El Chapo come home 

I'm too turnt 

Aye Bitch you know 

(I know they told you) 

I know you know 

(Don't play with me) 

Bitch I helped El Chapo come home 

(I got the hood turnt) 

Aye did you know 

(I know they told you) 

I know you know 

(Don't fuck with me) 

I'm on that 

I'm on that 50 money shit 

That Mayweather money shit 

That Eminem money shit 

Dr. Dre money shit 

You know I'm on that shit 

So miss me with the bullshit 

I'm on real nigga time homie 

You know what it is tho 

Aight