Young Buck - Got Me On It lyrics

[Intro] I don't know Maybe it's cause there's a bunch of fake a** n***as out here Fake a** rappers Ain't too many real n***as left Just trying to figure it out Something's got me on it out here Let go [Hook] Don't know if it's the murders, the robberies, the beef, the trap The hood, the straps, don't know But something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Don't know if it's the pills, the weed, the coke, the lean The way I'm yellow taping off the scene But something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it [Verse 1] Ok, Ok, I'm back, I'm serving, I'm leaning, I'm swerving I'm strapped, for certain These young n***as is hurtin' On bond, I'm lurkin', I'm k**in', I'm murkin' I'm shootin', I'm workin', I'm only one person No tags, blue rags, you mad and I'm glad Got a chrome .44 mag Put n***as in body bags A-1 Yola, no soda, no oil base just over I'm a soldier, I told ya, I put Cashville on my shoulders n***a f** me? f** you! f** him and f** her too! f** that I want something new, top down, no sunroof Hundred pounds I run through, I'm running around like my son do Never say how she done you, I kick a b**h out, kung fu Told ya'll, I'm a come through, no religion, just truth Thirty chickens, front you, better not give me no ones dude Still pimping, know I'm one, all the mirrors on our arms Country n***a, livin' in a barn Growing kush on a farm [Hook] Don't know if the plug, the powder, the money, the power The way that half of these rap n***as cowards But something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Don't know if it's the jail, the pen, the Rose, the Hen The way that I'm back on my buck sh** again But something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it [Verse 2] I'm cooking, I'm watching, I'm looking, I'm shopping I'm tired of all the people asking me when am I dropping I'm rolling, I'm rocking, I'm moving, not stopping I'm loading up my chopper out here bout to get it poppin' You flexin', I'm stressin', and I still ain't learned my lesson I'm counting up all my blessings, and I'm putting them all in investments And these hoes ain't sh**, but they on my dick I just started, you quit, I'm real, you a b**h I'm hell, no scale, I got eight balls for sale And I hate ya'll to tell, I pray ya'll get k**ed I'm an outlaw, without ya'll, Mayweather, south paw Ring a bell, sound off, I smell p**y, hound dog Court cases, probation, one god, one nation Nerves bad, no patience, selling dope is my occupation f** a rapper, f** a label, I'm in the trap with no cable And I want your seat if you ain't gonna bring nothing to the table [Hook] Dont' know if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the pebbles The way these n***as can't get on my level But something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it I just don't know! I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it! Don't know if it's the love, the hate, the pieces, the weight The way they say the real but they fake But something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it Something's got me on it I'm on it, I'm on it [Outro] Ok, Ok, Ok, real talk You know there's more black people in the penitentiary than anything We k** about this money Ain't one black president on that sh** I'm just being real, you should be real too Cashville records n***a This rap sh** is mine b**h n***as: your time is up! It's Buck Holla when you see me n***a But make sure you say the right sh** Ha ha