GloryBoy Poppa - Buzz Lightyear

Light years ahead of you niggas
Got me some buzz still pullin' the trigger, uh-huh
Sick of the lyin' bitches
Can't trust shit, just mind my own business

Goin' from rags to riches
Dim my dirt, can't leave no witness
The rappin' gon' make me a milli
I'm stackin' my bread and I'm doin' it swiftly

It's pop on back in this bitch
Fuckin' the bitch, then I'm passin' the bitch
Pullin' her hair, I was thrashin' her shit
Subtractin' the cash, but addin' it quick

I promise I'm never gon' love on a trick
King of the trench and I keep me a Glock
Up in that hoe, off yo' ass when I'm boxed
I'm steppin' on walkin', I'm steppin' in Crocs

Back door closed, no pickin' the lock
Ayy, uh-uh
Ayy, light years ahead of you niggas
Got me some buzz still pullin' the trigger, uh-huh

Sick of the lyin' bitches
Can't trust shit, just mind my own business
Goddamn, goin' from rags to riches
Dim my dirt, can't leave no witness

The rappin' gon' make me a milli
I'm stackin' my bread and I'm doin' it swiftly
Uh-huh, smokin' this wood and I'm high as a fuck
Playin' with me, then yo' ass outta luck

That boy outta pocket
That boy outta pocket
Ayy, that boy outta pocket
Gangin' this bitch and my bro got a rocket

Preach on the beat, call me Papa the Prophet
Aim for his head, leave his brain on the carpet
Whew, okay, light years ahead of you niggas
I got me some buzz still pullin' the trigger, uh-huh

Sick of the lyin' bitches
Can't trust shit, just mind my own business
Uh-huh, goin' from rags to riches
I dim my dirt, can't leave no witness

The rappin' gon' make me a milli
I'm stackin' my bread and I'm doin' it swiftly
Ayy, got me a bad lil' mistress
She ain't the two, she the best of you bitches

Might make lil' A my missus
Think that it's love, but she ain't convincin', uh-huh
Light years ahead of you niggas
Got me some buzz still pullin' the trigger, uh-huh

Sick of the lyin' bitches
Can't trust shit, just mind my own business
Uh-huh, goin' from rags to riches
I dim my dirt, can't leave no witness

The rappin' gon' make me a milli
I'm stackin' my bread and I'm doin' it swiftly
Uh-huh
Goin' from rags to riches

N-B-R

Written by:
Tai Vickers

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