Bucking The System (feat. Kevin Gates)

Zaytoven Huh They should put me on SportsCenter with all this ballin' I be doin' (Gucci) You can't see Wop on your best day, nigga (Gang) It's Gucci Huh [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Trappin' all day on the goddamn skreets I didn't even have nowhere to goddamn sleep I remember recordin' in Zay' mama basement Way, way, way before he ever had a placement (On God) Dead bodies in the bando, we called it a vacant (Bando) Smokin', drinkin', sellin' dope but I was on probation (Facts) Turned into a killer soon as I left my Cecilia (Straight up) I don't think they feel ya 'til the ghetto try to kill ya' (Oh Lord) Free my niggas in the system, motherfuck the system If you a snitch, fuck you and who snitchin' with ya (Fuck ya) Loan money walk, let the lady take her picture (Mwah) Not every day the bitch see a million dollar nigga (Well damn) Hired killers with me now, I can't be a victim (Pow, pow) Choppa close by all the time, I'm buckin' the system Diamonds precious, but nothin's more precious than wisdom (Bling) The fresh is in the buildin', bless the ghetto-children (Bless 'em) Fronted me to pack, I ain't pound 'em back, I'm buckin' Been known to buck the system, call the plug and told 'em, "Fuck 'em" Pockets swole for parole, I feel is an injustice For me to be broke and strugglin', I can't be out hustlin' (Gucci) [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system I'm buckin' on niggas, I'm buckin' up pistols I'm takin' up pistols and kill 'em I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system Don't fuck with these niggas Don't rock with these niggas They try me, I'm buckin' the system [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Breadwinner fly and I'm goin' out gangsta' Gold mouth dawg and your homeboy fakin' Breadwinner landlord, need a little favor Peterbilt, eighteen-wheeler with the reefer trailer I don't get a load in, I'ma send a load, bitch Shot the strong arm to the judge up in court, bitch Ding-dong, push button bricks, front door shit 1017, nigga, Breadwinner, Brick Squad! (Brick Squad!) I control a forklift, yeah, they just sent four Hundred round discharge, writin' on the clipboard Put you in the coffin, I bought a new fit for it Bite a nigga apple (Baow), MacBook laptop Droptop, MAC-11, ridin' with the strap out Got my own blueprint, guess I got it mapped out Just was on Carolina, standin' in the trap house Said I wouldn't be shit, think I didn't hear about it Now a nigga clip cost bigger than your real house I get on a helicopter blindfold to Mexico You pull up to meet a middle man at Texaco Breadwinner safeguard, run off on who? You gotta send the money 'fore the load come through Nigga Peewee League, pay with peewee cheese I be overseas, I'm in Medellín with it If you takin' my lick, I got felonies, nigga Livin' like that when I fell in these systems Real Hermés, what we sell in these trenches Deal cocaine, but the recipe different Ask Lee Lucas if I'm cut like that Real street nigga, but the pedigree different Pillow talk 'bout me, you a jelly bean nigga I slam on your fam' if you tell on me nigga I slam on your fam' if you tell on me nigga [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system I'm buckin' on niggas, I'm buckin' up pistols I'm takin' up pistols and kill 'em I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' I'm buckin', I'm buckin', I'm buckin' the system Don't fuck with these niggas Don't rock with these niggas They try me, I'm buckin' the system