Top Songs By Kid Buu
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Buu
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Valentine
Composer
Cody Colacino
Composer
Dalyn Darone
Composer
Samuel Benson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oohdem Beatz
Recording Engineer
Nicco "Neek" Catalano
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa
[Verse 2]
I'm smokin' out loud, got runts in my blunt
We roll around with sticks in the trunk
You can get shot if you try something dumb
Bitch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts
I'm just tryna fuck, bitches say I'm upfront
I ride around strapped but I don't buckle up
My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front
Your bitch wanna kick it, I'm just tryna bunt
[Verse 3]
Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob, so I go where I want
Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob, so I go where I want
Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want, bitch
[Verse 4]
Bitch, I'm with the mob, bitch
Actin' a slob, bitch
Bitch on my knob, bitch, uh
This a ménage, trick
Not Nicki Minaj, bitch
Fuck on your broad, shit
Fuck in my car, bitch
[Verse 5]
That **** mad 'cause he know that shit true
It's a true story, I really, I really did
I really did fuck your bitch, bro
Oh, shit
I'm lyin', I just got top
Aye
[Verse 6]
I fuck your bitch, no, not no rumor
That bitch a eater, like a consumer
She pop a molly and sweat like it's Zumba
My diamonds bite like a barracuda
I dropped my whole damn advance on my jeweler
But I got gwalla 'cause I'm still a shooter
I sip my lean pinky out like I'm boujie
Gave my bitch Chanel, she ain't rockin' no Gucci
[Verse 7]
I'm smokin' out loud, got runts in my blunt
We roll around with sticks in the trunk
You can get shot if you try something dumb
Bitch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts
I'm just tryna fuck, bitches say I'm upfront
I ride around strapped but I don't buckle up
My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front
Your bitch wanna kick it, I'm just tryna bunt
[Verse 8]
Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob, so I go where I want
Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob, so I go where I want
Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want, bitch
[Verse 9]
Yeah bitch, I'm rich, so I talk how I walk
I'm from the streets so I got what I want
I put a hunnid-something bands in my dome
I can put a hunnid-something killas on a corner
One called a TEC, we just call the macaronis
You can get stretched, send you home by your lonely
I'm in the 'Vette, so I pretty much own it
Bulletproof vest, so I'm feelin' like Tony Montana, bitch
[Verse 10]
Brand new coupe, so I had to flex in it
I don't play cards but I keep a deck in it
Porsche too fast, I'ma have a wreck in it
Red bandana, so I got the set with me
I ain't talkin' Nike but I got a check with me
You know I'm a dawg, but I got a pet with me
[Verse 11]
Whoa, whoa
[Verse 12]
I'm smokin' out loud, got runts in my blunt
We roll around with sticks in the trunk
You can get shot if you try something dumb
Bitch, I cash out, I don't need no fronts
I'm just tryna fuck, bitches say I'm upfront
I ride around strapped but I don't buckle up
My slime ride with shotties, he not in the front
Your bitch wanna kick it, I'm just tryna bunt
[Verse 13]
Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob, so I go where I want
Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want
I'm with the mob, so I go where I want
Yeah bitch, I'm rich, I do what I want
Yeah bitch, I'm blunt, so I talk how I want, bitch
Written by: Cody Colacino, Dalyn Darone, Elijah Valentine, Samuel Benson
