Buck 50 - TJ Porter

You know BM 850?

I’ma cop that whip

Two man, passenger with me, he 'bout to smoke his zip

And we don’t argue over bitches 'cause they all got clips, you feel me?

A buck fifty, you niggas is politickin'

Only time that I’m worried is when a dollar go missin'

I’m the man now, bet you niggas don’t understand now

I’m from the 'jects, I know how to break a gram down

Arab in the kitchen, I watched how to cook a brick up

You gotta know yourself and I wasn’t ready to sit up

Young nigga, big heart, big world, big sharks

If you lose yourself while you in the trenches, you get dogged

It’s the summer, catch a nigga, indictment with eight chains

All them niggas say they tough, but they never put in no pain

Always kept it buck fifty, know the streets fuckin' with me

Real recognize real and none of you fuckin' with me

If niggas want it, they can get it, I’ma put that shit in order

My uncle hatin' on me, I’m really feelin' like Porter

Older niggas talkin' crazy, I’m really fuckin' they daughters

How you feelin', lil' nigga?

I’m really feelin' like Porter

Any time, get the dice, I don’t chill with rats or mice

Any nigga wanna battle, that nigga better be nice

They all love me, I’m the man, bitches look better on the 'Gram

How you likin' on my shit and then say that you got a man?

You know summertime in Harlem I’m comin' to make your block hot

Crusin' 'round these streets, I’m comin' through in a drop-top

Comin' through the east, I be froze but make the spot hot

I told my little mans he better not kiss on no thot-thot

Yeah, I kept it a buck fifty, nigga

Yeah, I know the streets fuckin' with me, nigga

Yeah, Harlem, what’s up?

(Let's do it)

I know the streets fuckin' with me, what’s up?

(Huh)