My Tuck lyrics

(pre-hook)
I ride around my 45 get tucked
No passes out no wild n out I’m bucked
Shirt clean with napkin n*gga no cups
f*ck around a real get f*cked

(Hook: Yamine)
I ride around with b*tches lookin all tucked
Go and f*ck up some digits in my truck
f*ck around and get really f*cked up
I don’t play around with my money and no bucks

(Verse 1)
50s with 40s, and 9’s with shawties
These b*tches know not to run up
f*cking and wilding, then crying and clowning
These n*ggas know what’s up
In the middle of the AC and the 3’s with phillies and Chicago
f*ck’n these hoes, leaving these shows, and rolling around in the dough
b*tches be reading, and sucking the cemen
Knowing they f*cked then start leaving
Now that I’m beaming
I go head a stream it and tell these other rappers to leave me
I’m up in the game, and never refrain
Got n*gga gone like Timmy
Ain’t sh*t funny
When your with my money
I need it now or you go running
Running these streets then meeting the beef
Now n*ggas gone like the reef
Wetting them sheets
And earning your stripes
Now you gotta get the price
Crip or blood, drug or plug
You don’t know what you are
Now your gone and your home
No more b*tches get boned