[Intro]

(Laudiano)

Do our own shit, we don't know the rules

In my pocket, I got all blues (Joog)

[Verse: BlueBucksClan DJ & Jeeezy]

Bloody Christian Loubs look like bowling shoes

You got [?], we got [?]

We don't love these bitches, yeah, we let 'em choose

Yeah, we in the Rolls, huh

We in the Rolls and these other whips in back of us

Big foreigns, ain't no motherfucking Acuras

Hopping out that bitch bleeding, think I'm Dracula

'Member I was broke riding on that [?] bus

Now I ain't in it 'less that bitch got a [?]

BucksClan in this bitch, yeah, it's just us

Same niggas from the [?], yeah, we flexed up

When I'm with my niggas, yeah, it's a clan rally

All these blues in this bitch, it's a band rally

From the gutter, we was running in that damn alley

It was [?], now it's all [?]

I ain't never fucked no [?], it was all baddies

I was smoking pom-pom, now this Wood fatty

Michael Kors on your wrist, on my wrist Patty

Christians bleeding on my feet, need a fucking bandage

Yeah, I'm dripping like [?]

Hotboxing in the Tesla, nigga, spark up

The Model S a spaceship when it start up

Ran out of juice, had to let it charge up

Big shit for niggas if they try to barge us

Bad bitches looking for me like I'm Waldo

Three-five all in my Wood, ain't no [?]

Louboutins bleeding on my toes, ain't no [?]

Yeah, I know that's your bitch, I make her smile though

LA Prime eating good, bitch, it's steak time

I got bitches calling me all on FaceTime

Got a attitude 'cause I don't ever make time

Only fuck with bitches that got great minds

Every time the bitch with me she have a great time

Every day my birthday, bitch, it's cake time

[?] hundreds, I remember they was [?] twos

Backwood full of gas, I smoke good [?]

For a [?] I'm fucking up my good shoes

I'm with the Clan, yeah, we ball, bitch, we don't lose

Big double-R, feeling like I'm [?]

Came in the game [?], I don't know the rules

These niggas think they fucking with us, man, these niggas fools

These niggas think they fly in them fucking Trues

Gucci snakes on my feet and I don't go to zoo

I get money, yeah, for fun, that's my fucking [?]

She mad at me, I don't text, yeah, I'm fucking rude

Poured off the Tech, yeah, I'm fucking screwed

I could tell she wanted me 'cause she stay [?]

Niggas peep us in the club, yeah, they stay spying

Really wanna be us bad, these niggas stay trying

Niggas broke with no hoes, niggas stay lying

All this chicken in my pocket, yeah, I ain't frying

Yeah, I'm bleeding like I'm Ricky but I ain't dying

My niggas walking with them sticks and they ain't [?]

I keep fucking on these hoes, yeah, that ain't mine

[?] pull up with a [?], finna pour a four

[?], make a nigga tuck his [?]

Every time I pop out a nigga tuck his bitch

Press a button in that Benz, yeah, [?]

On the road to the money, ain't no GPS

She said she love me, run these scripts up in CVS

Thousand dollar shoes, yeah, bitch, that's how I walk

[?] going up in this bitch, yeah, that's my fault