Classify my shit together (shit together) Double S, focused on the guwop like Gucci Just because I get buck! And your formula’s fitted to fakin', little buddy Get buck! Callin' it a blast from the past All around the world I got bitches and you know this [Hook: Stevie Stone] I don't kiss lips unless they pussy @falconplays fam he was a fuckn Star back in the days. Something like Lysol, the flow is so clean (Yeah) Crazy motherfuckers got crazy I'm about to get buck! Had 'em runnin' up the wall hear lately So don't try me you know where to find me 1994-style, ho Ballin' Scottie Pippen Blueprint shit, yeah, I got the plan Lil' Pouya, I'm layin' these rappers straight down Get the pussy wetter and it's leaking like a faucet (Yuh) Repping M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-O-U-R-I (what you sayin' boy?) Baby Bone Pouya, sit down, take a toast Rip-n-dip with the click, the whole team gotta hit Spread a little bit of magic on you chocolate bunnies, I get it in! Brainless, famous for the head she giving Hey, whatchya sayin'? And you got the nerve to question what I’m thinkin'? No more acting kindly, it's time to go in for the win Clout Culture & Pouya), MUSIC FOR HUMAN? This one's for the homies that really do know me And this was 2013, a while before people, you know, people pop off all day now. Got that burner in my pocket in case you niggas try to stop it I'm young so I gotta stay flossin', bossin' Can't see 'em or hear 'em, Hellen Keller All these rappers mocking my style Hear the product? So I figured it's time to get bigger Nigass wanna get up in the feelings, I'm surrounded by their ladies It’s a damn shame what happened. Talk more shit I’ll make you get our weight and rep your hood on it Yeah, I stepped out, hopped out the back seat Hot step, snake bat, fitted to the back Hold the turf, reppin' lately Hit a lick for the drug slang, white bitch like cocaine (Missing Lyrics), Better brace yourself for the second coming, Gotta clear that, it's the baggage now I'm off and running, Repping M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-O-U-R-I, Got my crib together, yeah I got my shit together, Got that burner in my pocket in case you niggas try to stop it. Get 'em Buck!!! Lowkey, I'm on stealth mode She sip on the drink to the point she can't think (Yuh) Back then the internet wasn’t that wild. So, I wake they ass up with the lyrical (Bitch) [Verse 1] OK! We workin' for certain, she jerkin' the dick (Yuh) I'm slippin' the Vans on my feet trynna see me Give it up for the kid with a plan The clock gon' tick so I gotta get rich, we all gonna die (Yuh) Caught the pic on your bitch Take it out, she gon' lick that shit then spit on the dick Niggas think we playin', think we playin'? And you got the nerve to question what I’m thinkin'? Smart Stunnas up in this shit, don't trip Don't be a lil' pussy For the cheese I'm a fiend, know what I mean by Lil Darkie (Ft. Wendigo). Homies notorious committing crimes Yeah, I stepped out, hopped out the back seat And fuck rap, I wanna see the cash From the MO all the way to Haiti, cravin' bitches is crazy Don't be lazy, this shit gettin' crazy [Verse 2: Stevie Stone] [Verse 1: Stevie Stone] Lil' Pou, what it do? So, I flip the bird and walk it out I hate being copied, yo raps ain't original (Yuh) I'm born to get with it, no trippin' (Intro) Yeah! Been in my zone here, lately Like Johnny Layton, I stay on my grind Hit a lick for the liq' for the bitch Kind of ironic how Young Buck is talking about all of this money, yet he is only worth 100k$ after he went bankrupt. Callin' it a blast from the past I know you know that I'm the man (Yuh) Feelin' like silhouettes in the dark, ho (Yuh) Get buck! Takin' it back to the city, Miami is where I be (Yeah) Strange Music dipped in butter Step on scene and they need me If I got yo ill sin you haters is trash where is the bin hear them boys talking shit so I hit up the juce mane Hit a lick for the drug slang white bitch like cocaine you can keep your pants on I'm a slide through the g string well I'm just dippin ain't got time for women Right when the song drops, I rap through the whole four minutes. And they know if you [?] Head like a Rorschak, shakin' You claimin' you hard, well, then show me Head like a Rorschak, shakin' Young Buck Lyrics "Get Buck" [Intro] Yeah!!! I'mma get up in that ass from the middle with a map (Verse 1) OK! Spread the booty hole and put the fingers in the clit, real shit Pogo shit when she jump on the stick equipped with the clip [Verse] Different faces colors Yo, my homies will always come through Can you feel that? Lyrics to 'GET BUCK' by Young Buck. You clown wear the lipstick, got you on the hit list My Remedy (Skit) Whatchya sayin'? Don't get out of line Know you on the sideline hatin' Pouya told Mass Appeal in a March 2018 interview: “Get Buck” was actually a single, it was one of the first songs ever. Step on scene and they need me And tonight I'm 'bout to get up in that ass And your formula’s fitted to fakin', little buddy So I stay to myself for the wealth Tell the ho to get walking Girls love my style 'cause they said it was mean (Yeah) Exit then she clean that shit with her own damn lips Hold the turf, reppin' lately @sepehrmyfor Yes, I know that. Bet making her wet she need a mothafuckin' raincoat Now picture that shit (Yuh) Talk more shit I’ll make you get our weight and rep your hood on it The internet is crazy now. The kush on the way, and the champagne frozen, And a zip ain't shit, I need a quarter P of Purp, I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown, Broke niggas in this bitch like, let me try that, I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow, Mr. Tennakey I still get em for the low though, Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go, I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's okay), Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang), Let's play the game I'm the quarterback, don't stop homey, Eightball in my corner pocket, it's on and popping, Got the whole club leaning with it, and party rocking, I'm piecing out my pack till I come up on a bird, Blow the smoke out my nose, pimping on these hoes, They know me at the bank love me at the jewelry stores, These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go. You know that I roll with a team on-demand You niggas wanna hate, but you really can't hate no more "Get Buck" lyrics. Sell the ho to get the profit I done told you, don't sleep on me, ho. Say what you really wanna say Ain't nobody give a fuck, in my city every man for themselves You gon' watch me get buck! If I got you, I'll sin Nobody hearing you (No), they sleepin' on me Bitch, you is basic so get out my life (Yeah) Straight up, no subliminal Better duck when they buck, press your luck Struttin' with my feet together, clip together 'Cause I'm sick with the shit that I spit out the lip Stuff the money in my pocket Stay fly up over the sky you a lie if you say that I ain't goin' in It was just a single and it got a little bit popular so I put it on a mixtape. Double S, focused on the guwop like Gucci, Don't Sleep On Me Hoe by Pouya (Ft. Mikey the Magician & Yung Raw), Nonsense by Clout Culture & Pouya (Ft. Big Stone don't play no more Doin' my thing, what you talking 'bout? Ready to pop, drop top, fuck cops and I'm never gon' stop Damn, I am the man Better brace yourself for the second coming It's static 'cause I finally done it Get wet like the tide (Yeah) Don't be a lil' pussy Don't hide when I slide right by with the guys Stay fly up over the sky you a lie if you say that I ain't goin' in And tonight I'm 'bout to get up in that ass It actually took me two days to record it ‘cause I got too tired. Local rap can't take over the land [Hook: Stevie Stone] Got my crib together, yeah I got my shit together No - never not gettin' paid no more Just because I get buck! trynna see me You haters is trash, where is the bin? Stickin' and trickin' a bitch, drop a load down her throat Know you on the sideline hatin' That song is actually, I don’t know how long it is, I think it’s like four minutes with no hook. You gon' watch me get buck! I know you want it, why you actin' shy? I'm a young motherfucker so I pull up to the scene (Yeah) You can keep your pants on, I'ma slide through the G-string Hot step, snake bat, fitted to the back Did you hear that? I'm on the scene with the team Get Buck Lyrics: Yeah, get em Buck / Okay, I'm reloaded, my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it / I got em like hey, got em rolling / The kush on the way, and the champagne frozen / Watch me I'm a motherfuckin' G, don't you see? I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it Stay in yo place like a parking spot Get wet like the tide (Yeah) No paying, hear what I'm sayin' Get buck! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it I got 'em like HEY! These haters gon' test me but all of them pie (Yuh) Fuck these haters they ain't really talking to me Cough drop in my mouth You can see but you really don't know what's inside I'm about to get buck! Don't fuck with me never, don't fuck with me now You my dawg then I take out the you (Yeah) Real quick; talk shit, get hit, man And they know if you [?] I recorded the first half and I was there for hours and I was like, “I gotta go home.” And then the next day, I just punched in. Well, I'm just dippin', ain't got time for women Take flight on a bitch, she was talkin' too much, gotta ride (Yeah) It's double S, bitch, and we murkin' this shit (Yuh) Hear them boys talking shit, so I hit up the juice, mane Get 'em Buck! Gotta clear that, it's the baggage now I'm off and running No – never not on a stage no more Could've been a lot of others Kawasaki crotch rocket 'Cause the kid don't slack, my pack got my back Don't hide when I slide right by with the guys I will never let a hater put me down no never ever let 'em (No) Put your sword against my pen, bet I win Start with a play for today to get paid like the first of the month Get buck! (playin, huh?) I'm posted with my dawgs like Vick Like a fat ho, I don't fuck with you (Nah) Well it sound good, don't it? Just feelin' like a million bucks And then the song kind of blew up and that was my breakthrough song.