Yung Buddah - n***az turn b**hes lyrics

[Intro] Buddah, O.A.K [Hook:Yung Buddah] n***as turn to b**hes, I thought you was my homey n***as turn to b**hes, I thought you was my homey I'mma real n***a, never took you for a phony n***as turn to b**hes, 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 f** with a few n***as Like T.N.N, Top Notch, Trell Jungle living Hillside making moves, click with Blue Division My n***a Buddah keep a ruger, in his chair when he wheeling n***a p**y on the streets, and they quick to cut throat The n***as that I f** with, they pull kick doors I know hoes that s** dick, and treat they nose I got n***as that hit licks, and bring me the doe Keep it solid and 100, and never run they mouth I got O.G. n***as, that'll come in your house I'mma whole key n***a, that's quick to get it off I'mma shoot first n***a, ain't got time to f**ing 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 n***as like the seasons, they changing like the weather Smiling in my face, boy I'm swearing you a devil It's dumb sh**, punk b**h, yea it's whatever Get up on my level, n***a all about my cheddar Blue Division repping, n***a no half stepping Been a real n***a, 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 d**h before dishonor n***a, no Benedict Arnold n***a Get up out my business, n***a leave me by my lonely I say get up out my business, n***a leave me bout my lonely [Hook] [Outro]