Yung Buddha
• Written by mehtabuu
2 in the morning 20 bodies for the mourning.
Early west side Philly taking lives on the streets
Don't say nothin unless you wanna be beat
Pull up on them houses be like trick or treat
Everywhere i go i hear people talkin trash
but these other kids dont know about my fat stack of cash
Never wanna fight never gonna fight
Just gonna hit you up driveby from a trike
Hold my pistol ambidextrous
Eat your lyrics like its breakfast
Buying all your stuff from Craigslist
I got 24k on my wrist
Every week I touchdown in a city just like I'm Odell
Are you stupid or disabled? Boy I can't even really tell
yung Buddha yung Buddha yung Buddha
so deadly call me Freddy Kruger
I'm a cheetah you a tortuga
Big Mystery I'm the Bermuda
bitches be boppin it
But I ain't stoppin it
Yeezy on seezy I'm coppin it
Can't leave a dent in me
richer than Versace
better than you in every way literally
Yuh you got me in a doozy
I got Uzi ontop of Uzis
I'm vibin bad and boujee
Get the fuck out of my jaquzzi
Yah
Boi you
Can't get ya diploma
Cut you like katana
Blacker than Obama.
Hotter than panama
Bitch you Call me Mr. Miyagi
I hit you with a chop socky
Bars faster than Kawasaki
Bigger boom than Nagasaki
Everyday day Vespucci beach
I'm chilling in these Gucci sheets
Mehtabuu on that fucking beat
Pimpin in a Mercedes (ay)
Attack the Feds I'm crazy (horse)
These Popo tryna chase me (down)
Robbie rotten I'm lazy (town)
I wear Gucci when I go to sleep I'm hella rich
I get pussy left and right but you ain't got no bitch
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mehtabuu
Member since November 11 2016