Buku Chips

[Produced By DJ Tree Gotti] [Hook] First off, I do this shit Y’all niggas ain’t never been through this shit Thirty round clip, might hit, might miss Pussy nigga I don’t give a fuck who you with White bitch count my buku chips White bitch count my buku chips White bitch count my buku chips White bitch count my buku chips [Verse 1] Taking trips with different bitches, my life is exciting My life is a movie, yours truly the writer If I like, I probably wife, I probably fuck in one night I’m with Fred and the [?], getting money from Schnider Her pussy from China, her body melodic I’m slicker than Rick, she desire my fire I give her that pain, left lane in the rain I see the police, we saying no names [Hook] [Verse 2] White bitches in my kitchen, cooking, cleaning the dishes Left wrist whip whipping, mama thought I was pimping She told me I’m special and I should work with the given Your back lifting weak, hand it over, I’ll lift it I’m talking working with the preacher, serving cocaine in the bleachers Pussy and power, I’m a sucker for sneakers My new bitch a geeker, I fuck her, I leave her But I be back, a couple macs and on my lap is a diva, nigga [Hook] [Verse 3] I’m patient when I’m waiting, laying under your house I been plotting for hours, feel like your trap should be ours Trip with the powder, box out with the [?] I drink my liquid with swishers, my niggas up in the towers Ask me how I found her like a brick on the counter If she rich Imma dick her, if she snitch Imma out her Give no fuck, I roll the dice, I probably hike up the price Let your white bitch count it, call me back if you like it, nigga [Hook]