[Intro]
[Hook: Charles Hills]
Wheelchair Rollin, Buddah he be floatin
No leg gangster, Glock 9 leave you open
Buddah keep a ruger, 44 no joking
(Mane)f** that n***a Buddah
Shoot him in his f**in Colon!!
[Verse 1: Yung Buddah]
Chrome rims spinning, a n***a still winning
Pretty a** b**hes, with some pretty a** titties
Hollering Lord please forgive me, a n***a still sinning
Beat that p**y up, beat it up like nitti
When the beat drop everybody get to jiggin
The beaf don't stop, hit a n***a with the semi
Extended, reliving a motherf**ing memory
Riding shotgun in a motherf**ing Bentley
Money steady stacking, we flipping bricks backwards
Yung Buddah woo, on the f**ing block trapping
Don't know us, we taxing, you owe us, we blasting
Chrome thang or plastic, will leave a n***a nasty
I'm hollering all or nothing, Yung Buddah he be thugging
The sh** that I be clutching, will leave a n***a ugly
I'm hollering f** Summerjam, I rather count a hundred grand
White b**h, raw p**y, and some arm&ham (Yes sir)
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Charles Hills]
Wheelchair rolling, two wheel motion
22's, Glock 9's, hit'em in his throat man
It's Red beams, hollow tips, leave'em with a hole man
Cut'em with that chopper buddah, sink'em like he quick sand
Buddah push Chargers, with the tools on the back seat
Buddah smoke purple, he don't f** with that regular weed
It's Yung Gladiators, BG's and YG's
It's Hillside n***a I f** with gangsters in the streets
Buddah keep a Glock, he keep it in his wheelchair
No leg gangster, no legs don't care
Buddah stay creeping, I see that n***a everywhere
Keep a couple freaks with him, long hair don't care
Buddah he'll shoot you, i'm knowing he'll buck
Especially when he sipping on that styrofoam cup
Lorel tabs, Xanax bars, jaws locking up
Buddah keep a Ruger, in his wheelchair bruh
[Hook]
[Outro]