Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Buck Shots’ by A$AP Rocky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Rocky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I ain’t scared
Real niggas put the clip in and let it go, uh
Real niggas wanna run real
Real (buck shot)
Real niggas from the roll real (buck shot)
Real niggas from the M
Real niggas from the home (buck shot)
Homeboy you ain’t know (buck shot)
Had a bitch suckin’ on a lollipop at the bus stop
Green Glock, red Glock (buck shot)
They ain’t really ready for me when I (buck shot)
They ain’t really ready for me when I (buck shot)
What’s a blood clot
Niggas know not what nigga what not (yeah)
From the fort Fort Knox this ain’t Fortnite
Nigga get your shit rocked nigga
Buck shot (uh uh) (buck shot)
And my pictures like a mugshot (uh)
And all my bitches got buttshots
Buck shots left your man dead in the damn lot
In the kitchen pourin’ up the wok (yeah)
Doin’ on the fuckin’ clock
Yeah, buttshots everybody in this bitch got a mugshot
Hold up, hold up
Push up now they on your block
Bitch I’m off a bean and the damn wok
Got a clip and it’s full (buck shot)
Leave a motherfucker in the ends where they (buck shot)
Man I was grown up since a young blood (buck shot)
Now I’m bussin’ off shots (yeah they-yeah they buck shot)
Back in my younger days all I want was brains
All my mama want from me was grades (buck shot)
They ain’t really ready for me when I (buck shot)
One stop get some drugs and a damn Glock
Hold up
Got them bullets aimin’ at your head top
AK-47 try to run up and we send shots (pew pew)
Walkin’ with my chains out on a opp block
I was drippin’ jewels don’t try to run up you get dropped off
Pull up flexin’ with the top down
I’m with gang with some baddies on a yacht now (yeah)
Bought a brand new Mulsanne, Gucci down now
Nigga you ain’t in my lane you a clown now (yeah)
Keep the semi tucked, nigga what you want now (yeah)
Bought a brand new gun its gon’ catch you up (yeah)
Simons on my feet, I stay feet up (yeah)
Watch me pull up on the scene nigga T’d up (yeah)
Buck shot
Buck shot
Buck shot
End’s with a buck shot