Mark Of Buddah Lyrics

(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz!)

Head on a swivel, we got dog food kibble
Man your business, put a mark of Buddha on your temple
I feed the bitch pickles
Lepers icicle
Ride through your city with an AR pistol
Bitch how you a dime
Pussy smell like nickels
You a gold digger, my right wrist look like a pack of fuckin skittles
Yeah, I'm from the hood, I was born in the hood hospital
Naw, nigga, that's literally a hot pill up in the hood
No, I ain't have to be no motherfucking crook
Nah, I ain't ask to be no motherfuckin' dub
I don't see the doors go up and show me motherfuckin' love
Bought another Lambo just to kill her outside of the club
Bought a hundrеd turkey bags and phone them outsidе with a dub
Saw that broke-ass nigga sittin' his broke-ass outside of the club

I got two fifties on me, bitch, I'm outside with a hun
Try to help and get me talk, cause a nigga outside with a bun
Shit get hectic, yeah, I know, cause I was outside with a gun
That Chicago nigga, that nigga didn't go out with his son
I ain't beefin' with you, nigga I'm beefing with a pint
I'ma state the hype while I've been gathered shooting at the hype
They always told me what you reap, you sow
Take it from your nigga and what you keep, you sow
Want some mild shit, chop your fuckin' pinky, yo
Clean my diamonds up until they look like shiny gold
Told them watch my 4J till them bitches squeaky clean
I got big-ass diamonds stickin' in my pinky ring
All these vehicles, it's hard for me to keep them clean
I can't trust a bitch as far as good as she can sing
I can't wife a bitch that don't know how to cook and clean
Set the wire for the weed, these ain't no triple beans
I'm in love with money, water, weed, promethazine
Where that boy that had nothing get, that boy get everything
$1, 000 phone, this bitch better out every day
When nothing bitches call my phone, I just let it ring
I need my eyes clean for all the shit I'm fuckin' saying
All the shit I'm fuckin' saying
All the shit I'm fuckin' saying
All the shit I'm fuckin' saying
All the shit I fuckin' see (See)
Pull up for you, drop the mask (Mask)
Chill out, jail ice cream
But my son ain't got a grump in the fuckin' hood
Cause that nigga just like me
If all the cousins wasn't up in the hood doin' fried shit, man, that nigga be just like me
Eyes low as hell
I can still see that death is a deeper sleep
The track came back, new interior, shit look like raspberry tea
Told lil shorty, only hit the phone if that blackberry sweet
Got the track done again, I don't even know why I ain't even drove it up the street
I never fuck a bitch with a nigga
How the fuck you think you can fuck with me?
I just bought me a house all cash lil nigga you still fuckin up your lease (Pussy boy)
I just bought me a truck all cash nigga and I bought another whip the other week (Pussy boy)
I pull out this fuckin' fleet (Uh)
Your dick, I'm savin' bills, how the tires screech? (Skkrt)
White Lamborghini like some bleach
Boy, that shit you in is fuckin' weak (Weak)
Boy, that shit be lookin' super cheap (Uh)
Freak James ridin' round with a super freak (Uh)
Up to pee, squeeze, now you sleep
Drench a nigga, you a thot, that nigga finna sleep
Drench a nigga, you a thot, that nigga finna sleep
She said, mama's social, sellin' weed
Check your ass, nigga, I can see some jealousy (Uh)
Pussy think he sneakin' on me, lava melt a creep
Me ain't makin' it back long, but he went fast asleep (Bang, bang, bang)
She said, mama's social, sellin' weed (Bang, bang, bang)

She said, mama's social, sellin' weed
She said, mama's social, sellin' weed (Bang, bang, bang)
She said, mama's social, sellin' weed (Bang, bang, bang)
She said, mama's social, sellin' weed
She said, mama's social, sellin' weed
She said, mama's social, sellin' weed
She said, mama's social, sellin' weed