Buff Squad lyrics

[Intro]
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
Dirty hoe, close range
pus*y money, that gangsta ho
Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low
Good, dirty hoe, close range

[Chorus]
pus*y money, that gangsta ho
Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low
Good, dirty hoe, close range
pus*y money, that gangsta
pus*y money, that gangsta ho
Stalkin' with da yalk, on this low

[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Bouta run up on him with the hellfire (boom, boom)
pus*y motherf*ckers wanna trust me with gang signs
Floats in the middle of the ocean and I leave a body croak
And this weed got me choking on the blood I be soaking
Lost in the block of my city I'm closing my eyes
And I take a deep breath then I jump off the bridge
There's no going back the weights on my shoulders
And the pain on my chest and the devil exists
When I play the blade you fall to your knees and you beg for your life now you worship the grey
You f*cking with p*ss that's locked in a cage
That’s looking for flesh in murderous ways
Creep out the dungeon, I hop out the bush
Dragging your body inside of the woods
Murderers drug dealers inside my hood
Run motherf*cker, be the pus*y like you would
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Yuh Yuh
IRS on my neck
Six digits on the check
Underground better give me my respect
2012 I was swerving at the curb, getting buck
Meanwhile, these skeleton rappers all on my nuts
I raised me, ain't nobody made me, they love what I'm saying, they love what I'm doing
Give me one more year and I turn into an OG
Know me, from the old me, b*tch you owe me I let you get on me

[Verse 3: Shakewell]
I’m always feeling on my products I'm frequent in this spot
You speakin' you ain't never been in any situation, reaching for your Glock
But I know it's fake and all these b*tches sucking
I ain't got no patience for a dumb ass hoe
Who ain't giving face, and if you got a problem
We can catch a fade boy
I been getting faded xannies in my system, I've been elevated

[Verse 4: Germ]
Damn I hate this b*tch, damn I hate this life
Always on the hype for hunnids', you better be duckin'
I’m comin', I’m sluggin' some tossin' sl*ts into buses
b*tch, I’m bringin' the ruckus
f*ck is he sayin' I slayin', we ain’t contemplating insanity
This sh*t is not meant for me, ridin' wit my enemies
Hatin' me, sitting silent in my vicinity
b*tch, I’m a dog, b*tch I’m off the leash
Murder mixed with major profits b*tch cool it stop it
I got a rocket, I’ll boot you to NASA
Astronaut Status, Super Future with the blammer
Hammer time damn I handle mine
Buckin' butt ugly nuts suckin big musty nuts
f*ck every moment livin' once
Ride it or not you can ride my one