Vagabond Mafia - B.U.F.U.

Buy us
Fuck you
Burn some shit
And join the crew
Crash your car
And start a riot
Be defiant
Fuck everybody
And fuck anybody
That tries to tell you what to do
Who the fuck are you
Okay we coming for that sound that be rocking arenas
Pop hyenas from the locker room
Like Gilbert Arenas
It like your pops wanna spite us
But he can't help but like us
Moms bump the album in the kitchen while she cookin'
Them pies up
Tell me who you ever seen with a style like this
A fucking smile like this
Im smokin' piles like this
I'll go to trial like this
Dont blink cause you might miss
The climb up to the top
We putting in these miles like this
Okay
We coming for that spot
Whether you like it or not
Even if you bet against us you still feeding the slot
So re think what you thought
If you got beef let it rot
Because I do not have the time to give a fuck
When you talk
Call this sophistication
With a mean reputation
We got passion and drive
Mixed with doses of patience
Had a chat with your sister
Told me plans of gettin' tatted on
Right up on her lower back
VBM
Vagabond
Cross over
Spin left
Layup
This shit too easy to me
I stay up in the game getting buckets
Y'all stay up in the bleachers
Go head keep hatin'
I promise that shit will never reach us
I am from the land of skin demons
My team is full of creatures
Catch us in the cave getting stoned
Except for Misfit
But best believe he in the circle kickin'
Flows as wicked
Murder
No witness
We could level you all in minutes
Then box you up with a ribbon
And send you off like it's Christmas
Believe me
I know that we make this look easy
But you should see all the hours
We put in by the weekly
No weaklings on my team
We chase dreams
Fuck chasing C.R.E.A.M
They say that money rules the world
Or so the 'basics' seem to think
Living by own motto
Born to lead
Could never follow
I'm the master of my own light
And yeah
The god call me Apollo
So know we coming
All this shit
We got em jumpin'
At the end of the day
Just know we don't play
And y'all don't want it
Aye
Buy us
Fuck you
Burn some shit
And join the crew
Crash your car
And start a riot
Be defiant
Fuck everybody
And fuck anybody
That tries to tell you what to do
Who the fuck are you
You get it we're on a mission
These visions of premonition
Yeah I wanna have it all
But I guess it all
Is what I'm missing
Im thinkin' its probably time to get
A job
Sign a lease
Get some new fucking 'sneaks' on my feet
The ego ain't what I need
I need a new view
Because I'm gettin' jaded
Reach the end of my pockets
And its been a lot of scraping
Not a lot of stacking
Breaking stolen bread just like Aladdin
(Yuh)
And man that code I'm always cracking
(Yuh)
But there ain't no genie in a lamp
But I'm still high as a flying carpet
Word vomit when I'm barfing
I'm an artist
And I'm painting with my own shit
Feces on the canvas
So I own this
(Fuck)
(Blech)
(Damn)
Vagabond will fuck you up like some bad Taco Bell
My homies smoke that gas yeah
With that macho smell
VBM a bigger package then you'd get at a Costco sale
Admit it
We get
And spit it
And rock it
Like no body else
And thats not saying nothing
And thats not even bluffing
I be juggling my talents like
Im juggling the 'fuck its'
And nothing is touching
My over abundant hustle
Over indulgent morsles
Of
Over encompassing ruckus
I be creeping at the function
I be screaming
Fuck the police
I be dressing kind of scummy
Making fun of all your
Swag
And all your
'Rollies'
And all your
Cash
And all your homies
What you doing won't last and thats fosho B
Alcatraz aint half as bad
As all the things that I combat
With all my raps
And all this cash
I don't not have
Aint holding back
An ounce of craft
An ounce of knack
For rappin'
And making it happen
You can thank us later for these classics
(Whooo Damn)
(Aye)

Written by:
Bethany Martinez, Bryan Edwards, Joseph Timmins, Kalani Ray, Nathan Covert, Nick Zamarron, Roland Trujillo

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