Goin’ Buku
[Chorus: Morgue!]
I'm goin' buku
Five fingers on my Glock
I'll shoot you
Yeah you know how I rock
I'm bout my bankrolls
Yeah you know I'm bout my guap
Fuckin' foreign hoes
Yeah you know we got a lot
I just do the dash
Skirt off when I see the cops
Y'all be smoking trash
We be smoking top-notch
We goin' buku
Yeah my team we on top
All black whips
Finna skirt off in the lot
[Verse 1]
Polo ski up on my sleeve
Cuz I'm icy like the slopes
Bitches praying to our steez
Damn I'm feelin' like the pope
Smokin' on some foreign dro
Man I feel like Imma choke
Curry on some fuckin' xans
Yeah you know he prayin' to go
Five posse is the gang and I
Thought that you should know
Bring your bitch around me
And Imma turn her to my ho'
Yeah I'm finna sell a soul
Cuz you know I need that guap
I can't fuck with opps
If he talkin' down
We gon' pull up to his block
Cause a murder scene
Then we dippin' from the cops
In the abyss where the juugin' never stops
[Verse 2: Sub9K]
Got a badass bitch
And she all up on my dick
Yeah she slidin' in that vic
She like fuckin' stick shift
Pullin' up to the back
You know she pullin' off a brick
Five Posse gettin' rich
All hatin' niggas lookin' sick
Chasin' money, fuck your clique
Nigga I don't really know you
And your belts look fake as shit
Talkin' down we really know you
And I might finesse your bitch
Blood diamonds on the wrist
And I only need that neck
'Cause I don't wanna [?]
[Chorus: Morgue!]
I'm goin' buku
Five fingers on my Glock
I'll shoot you
Yeah you know how I rock
I'm bout my bankrolls
Yeah you know I'm bout my guap
Fuckin' foreign hoes
Yeah you know we got a lot
I just do the dash
Skirt off when I see the cops
Y'all be smoking trash
We be smoking top-notch
We goin' buku
Yeah my team we on top
All black whips
Finna skirt off in the lot
[Verse 3: Yung Mojo]
Catch me all in the abyss
With a hood goth witch
She got tats on her feet
Cast a spell, she make me rich
Cast a spell, she love the dick
I fuck with plugs, I get it in
I fuck with thugs, we get it in
Cali plug he ship it in
Cali kush you smokin' shit
Cali kush it make me rich
But I wish I had more Ps
I might set up out my scheme
I serve your mom and she a fiend
Best believe I'm 'bout my green
And you know I'm countin' bands
In a palace with the beam
I might sell a bitch a dream
Yeah I got her on her knees
Fuck a drought, could shop with me
I got Os and I got Ps
I got dope and I got piece
Can get you hard what you need
Niggas know we up next
So stop hatin' on my team