BUG

Go with my hands and I flew with my Fingers, so either way I cannot go like a Hoe. The buck is the buck is the crock Is the crock is the key to go huntin' Them coonies, oh. Buck the system, buck the System, Buck The system. Buck the system, buck the system. System, buck the system, on the Weekend. Ridin' the trunk, y'all trunk in my nuts. Beads in the back, alcohol in my gut. Young buck keeper, slut tryna catch a look. Belt pack whippa hurt right slow in the butt. If you hear cock it, scratchin' the grip. Pull up, empty clip, the nigga tryna get tipped. Twista woo, woo out of luck. When I'm empty, empty, boy you know gone with Flyin' like a bird, pitch dead when I swerve. I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout a curve. Tall double M make a nigga wanna say words. Big boss of the mic and I talk the Dirt. Buck the System, buck the system, buck the System. Buck system, buck the system, buck the the system, On the weekend. Buck on the Weekend.