Somethings Got Me On It (Explicit)-Young Buck

[Intro] I don't know Maybe it's cause there's a bunch of fake a** niggas out here Fake a** rappers Ain't too many real niggas left Just trying to figure it out Something's got me on it out here Let go 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 w**d, 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 Ok, Ok, I'm back, I'm serving, I'm leaning, I'm swerving I'm strapped, for certain These young niggas is hurtin' On bond, I'm lurkin', I'm killin', 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 niggas in body bags A-1 Yola, no soda,No oil base just over I'm a soldier, I told ya, Put Cashville on my shoulders Ni**a f**k me? F**k you, F**k him and f**k her too! F**k 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**ch 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 ni**a, live in a barn Growing kush on ya'll farm Don't know if the plug, the powder, the money, the power The way that half of these rap niggas 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*t 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 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 These hoes ain't sh*t, but they on my dick I just started, you quit, I'm real, you a b**ch I'm hell, no scale, I got eight balls for sale And I hate ya'll to tell, I pray ya'll get killed I'm an outlaw, without ya'll, Mayweather, south paw Ring a bell, sound off, I smell p**sy, hound dog Court cases, probation, one god, one nation Nerves bad, no patience, selling d**e is my occupation F**k a rapper, f**k 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 Dont' know if the the Lord, the devil, the bricks, the pebbles The way these niggas 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 anythang We kill about this money Ain't one black president on that sh*t I'm just being real, you should be real too Cashville records ni**a This rap sh*t is mine B**ch niggas your time is up, It's Buck Holla when you see me ni**a