[Intro]
Buddah, O.A.K

[Hook:Yung Buddah]
Niggas turn to bitches, I thought you was my homey
Niggas turn to bitches, I thought you was my homey
I'mma real nigga, never took you for a phony
Niggas turn to bitches, I thought you was my homey

[Verse 1: Charles Hills]
Charles Hills I'm real, I'm not made up
I'mma get me, I'mma do me, that was how I was raised up
I'mma never back down, but I quick to braze up
If it's a problem i'll solve it, I stay k'd up
See my circle is small, only fuck with a few niggas
Like T.N.N, Top Notch, Trell Jungle living
Hillside making moves, click with Blue Division
My nigga Buddah keep a ruger, in his chair when he wheeling
Nigga pussy on the streets, and they quick to cut throat
The niggas that I fuck with, they pull kick doors
I know hoes that suck dick, and treat they nose
I got niggas that hit licks, and bring me the doe
Keep it solid and 100, and never run they mouth
I got O.G. niggas, that'll come in your house
I'mma whole key nigga, that's quick to get it off
I'mma shoot first nigga, ain't got time to fucking talk

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yung Buddah]
Yea it's dumb, Baton Rouge where I'm from
Keep a 50 round clip, and a 100 round drum
For these rat's, hater's, traitors
Fed you out my hand, like a man plenty favors
These niggas like the seasons, they changing like the weather
Smiling in my face, boy I'm swearing you a devil
It's dumb shit, punk bitch, yea it's whatever
Get up on my level, nigga all about my cheddar
Blue Division repping, nigga no half stepping
Been a real nigga, guess I was raised better
Shoutout to C.Hills, for the Hillside blessing
Got stars still in bars and it still ain't no sessions
Got stars stealing bars and it still ain't no sessions
Death before dishonor nigga, no Benedict Arnold nigga
Get up out my business, nigga leave me by my lonely
I say get up out my business, nigga leave me bout my lonely

[Hook]

[Outro]