Ayyo Buda - Cinematic

Controlling my money better
Feeling cozy all up in this Gucci sweater
She got niggas but I make that coochie wetter
Ion trip I make payments to send them at em
Yeah my life is a movie I’m so cinematic
I got bitches on bitches on bitches
Yeah I stag digits on digits on digits
All that bullshit that you speaking I’m living
Touch your nose don’t worry about what I’m sipping
Touch your nose don’t worry about none of my business
Touch your nose don’t worry about who I hitting
Touch your nose don’t worry about who I’m flipping
Don’t come nowhere pass my line of the scrimmage
Glock a ruler cuz my clip is 12 inches
Fucc 12 yea them piggies some bitches
Hot as fucc plus my finger been Inching
Seen my niggas starvin all in the trenches
I gotta get it (I gotta get it)
I gotta get this monyon
Cant be playin Bitch I gotta get it
(I gotta get it)
I cant do dirt on niggas that I fucc with nah bitch I ain’t wit it
(Bitch I ain’t with it)
I gotta ball on niggas fade away better watch for the pivot
Ima go hard as ever cuz forever I never had limits
Hit a lick I go anonymous
To be honest I be tryna build monopolies
Whole gang no bitch up in nun of us
We don’t ever waste ammo for the fucck of it
Used to trap off in the bando wit A couple briccs
All these problems I ain’t never ask for nun of it
But ima real nigga ion run from nun of it
10 Toes post up with a 100 sticcs
Can’t lie
Ride with that Nina
Can’t let a bitch fucc wit my demeanor
Alpha male Buda always been a leader
Cold hearted stay wit a heater
Fight everyday wit my demons
Niggas fighting hard for they freedom
And my risk on locc bitch wassup
I’ma hold it down forever till they free my cuhz
Hurt by my bitches that fucc on my brothers
But fuc it
It is what it is
I can’t be trippin about the lil petty shit
Just gon show me who my real niggas is
If it ain’t nun of my brothers I’m never gon trust it so fuc it
It is what it is
If she fuccin for the clout or the money
Ya cant even be mad bitch it is what it is
Controlling my money better
Feeling cozy all up in this Gucci sweater
She got niggas but I make that coochie wetter
Ion trip I make payments to send them at em
Yeah my life is a movie I’m so cinematic
I got bitches on bitches on bitches
Yeah I stag digits on digits on digits
All that bullshit that you speaking I’m living
Touch your nose don’t worry about what I’m sipping
Touch your nose don’t worry about none of my business
Touch your nose don’t worry about who I hitting
Touch your nose don’t worry about who I’m flipping
Don’t come nowhere pass my line of the scrimmage
Glock a ruler cuz my clip is 12 inches
Fucc 12 yea them piggies some bitches
Hot as fucc plus my finger been Inching
Seen my niggas starvin all in the trenches
Can’t let a bitch fuck wit my demeanor
Cold hearted stay wit a heater
Niggas fighting hard for they freedom

Written by:
Robert Giles III

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