Buck Wild - Kid Ink

Mr. Sean Brown

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I brought the gang with us

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it up, bust it down

Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah

Fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it, fuck it up

Puffing out your chest (yeah)

Stretched to the

Baby working out and flex

Why we fuck it, fuck it up?

I go porno with the check, ayy

Roll that motorboat, got that chicken with the breast

Sitting on them hills, I up, don’t need no telly (no)

Seen your big ol' ass but that waist is like (woah)

Tell me what’s the charge like car, like I’m Nelly

Party in my pants, turn that fetty to confetti (woah)

Fuck it up, duck if you bug (woah)

They lie enough, in funds I trust

Niggas hopped up in my lane, I just switch up in and adjust

Hit the button, leave the dust

Baby, know I’m in a rush to see you

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it up, bust it down

Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah

Fuck it up, fuck it up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, off the fly, screaming fuck the other side

Don’t be sly, get you high, I got all of the supplies

Can’t deny where I’m from, L.A. city I

No surprise, feel like Pac and twist my fingers in a knot

Hold it, hold it down, I’m it fuck around and drown, yeah

Chuck stay around, got the hammer, fix your frown, yeah

Niggas swear they it, yeah, you look just like a clown

Say, my name and that money hold weight

Pound cake

Fuck shit up, forty-two, she flush

Rock and, stuff

With that Mac for

Tell her back it up, repeat-peat while I’m pulling on her feefi

Going ape shit like, watch them hunnids go Hoodini, yeah

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up

Fuck it up, bust it down

Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah

Fuck it up, fuck it up