Kid Ink - Buck Wild Lyrics

Mr. Sean Brown
Ay, ay, ay
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 and 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 day
Baby working out and flex
Why we fuck it, fuck it up?
I go porno with the check, ay
Roll that motorboat, got that chicken with the breast, yo
Sitting on them hills, I cut up, don't need no telly (no)
Seen your big ol' ass but that waist is like Rubelli's (woah)
Tell me what's the charge, light the 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 and 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 derive
No surprise, feel like Pac and twist my fingers in a knot
Hold it, hold it down, I might fuck around and drown, yeah
Chucky stayin' 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 rough, and stuff
With them macro puffs
Tell her back it up, repeat, peat while I'm pulling on her feefi
Going ape shit like Rafiki, 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 and wild, yeah, that's my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up