BlueBucksClan — Mind Of A Maniac

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Big 42s, you can’t step with me (You can’t step with me)
In the chair for an hour, yeah, he wettin’ it (Yeah, he wettin’)
You’ll never fuck the hoes that be lettin’ me (Yeah, never)
Why these broke-ass niggas tryna lecture me? (Broke-ass niggas)
I’m that nigga all the bad bitches pestering (I’m that nigga)
Shooting thousands in the kitchen, yeah, who bettin’ me? (Yeah, who bettin’? Baby E made this beat)
I would hate to tell my niggas that you threatened me (Hate to tell my niggas)
Clan got this shit locked, ain’t no questioning (Ain’t no questioning)
Bitches ain’t tryna top, why we messaging? (Fuck is we messaging?)
Stuff a ‘Wood, put a lot, I smoke excellent (Put a lot)
Big foreign hoggin’ up the fuckin’ intersection (Yeah)
Big racks on me, tennis lesson (Tennis lesson)
This bitch so bad, yeah, she interesting (Yeah, she interesting)
Why you fuckin’ with that lame? That’s the biggest question (That lame)
Every time we in the club, we got the biggest section (BucksClan)

Walkin’ in the club, bringin’ blowers through the exit (Through the exit)
I like bitches with some ass, can’t be anorexic (Can’t do it)
Three phones full of bitches, this shit gettin’ hectic (Shit gettin’ hectic)
Yeah, they love me in my city, I’m a living legend (Lil’ nigga)
I like hittin’ all the bitches that I couldn’t get (On my mama)
It’s a couple great toppers that I really miss (On God)
In a Prada bucket hat like I’m Money Mitch (Money Mitch)
Starin’ at her while she catch it, yeah, I’m finna piss (Finna piss)
On the yacht with my pole like I’m finna fish (Finna fish)
Leavin’ niggas at the dock, I said only bitches (Only bitches)
Throw that bitch in race mode, we ain’t hittin’ switches (Hell naw)
Time to buy some more bags, all my bitches trippin’ (Trippin’)
Thick bitches in the pool, but they skinny dippin’ (Skinny dippin’)
V12 in this foreign, I got plenty engine
Two thousand dollar shoes, could’ve bought a lemon (Nigga)
I had bitches over every time I got suspended (On my mama

Niggas hurt about these hoes, yeah, so what? (Niggas hurt)
Yeah, I heard I’m the reason why y’all broke up (I’m the reason)
Late night, your bitch text me sayin’ smoke up (Smoke up)
Took me one take to hit her, wait, hold up (Wait, hold up)
Pussy wasn’t all that fire, got my hopes up (Got my hopes up)
This shirt on my back cost a thousand Pro Clubs (Six hundred)
Gave my bitch a thousand, here, get your toes done (Yeah)

My bitch want a shopping spree, finna go to Saks (Finna go)
Big-headed, ballin’ on these niggas, feel like Jarrett Jack (Jarrett Jack)
Told her we gon’ probably end up fuckin’ if we interact (Yes, we is)
Told her she could bring another friend and she was into that (Is you into that?)
She like she just want her one-on-one like she Kyla Pratt (One-on-one)
DJ with me breakin’ ‘Woods down like a lumberjack (Lumberjack)
Spent a couple thousand on this ‘fit, where the cameras at? (Bring ’em out)
Can’t believe she met me, this bitch almost had a heart attack
Head super dope, she got the mind of a maniac (She ain’t got no mind)