I’m Buggin

Lyrics

[Intro] (M— M— Money) Jay Critch, hood fav I think these stupid niggas thought it was over Yo, get twelve, I think these stupid niggas thought it was over yo, ayy, hey [Chorus] Uh, I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little niggas is runners Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play, then we putting him under Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers (Jugg, jugg) Ballin', I feel like the number one stunner (Hey) Fuck it, I'm wildin' out for the whole summer Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, fuck it, I'm wildin', hit that with no rubber They tried to pull me, but I had that thing on, fuck it, I'm wildin', big boy under covers Fuck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double Fuck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double Fuck it, I'm wildin', I ain't ducking no trouble I hate to be the one to burst your bubble [Verse] Let me tell you how I grew in a jungle When I was young, always wanted to hustle Downtown looking like it's Royal Rumble Make niggas run, DMC, no Russell I'm in the back of the Benz smoking Truffles Whole book bag full of chips like Ruffles In the book bag, got a clip like (Boom) Niggas ain't worried 'bout no little scuffle Like I ain't get this shit all off the muscle It's 30 gang, got the brains and the muscle He copped the plea, so we ain't gonna touch you She said I'm lame, bitch, I ain't wanna touch you Young nigga had to get used to the bag Nigga got rich, I ain't even have a mixtape Nigga got rich, I was only eighteen, couldn't even go in the club, get shitfaced Diamonds they drunk and they dance, get shitfaced Can't bring the tool, we got in with the switchblades Brodie got hot in the hood, had to switch states And I ain't rapping, I'm just talking 'bout life (Talking 'bout life) Worried bout M's, niggas worried 'bout ice ('Bout ice) When you getting cheese, better worry 'bout mice ('Bout rats) And I'm in the V, thinking 'bout my guys I'm in LV, getting way too fly Niggas in between, trying to play both sides But they know a nigga having real mob ties You ain't with the gang if you ain't gon' ride Can't fuck with him 'cause he ain't on time Big bucks, nigga, I remember them dimes With a baddie, she asking my sign I'm blowing up, I ain't wasting no time World war shit like it's Vietnam [Chorus] Uh, I really got on some boss shit, I swear that these little niggas is runners Move through the streets real cautious, he try to play, then we putting him under (Boom, boom) Had a good day at the office, trap is still open and it's doing numbers Ballin', I feel like the number one stunner Fuck it, I'm wildin' out for the whole summer (Hey) Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, fuck it, I'm wildin', hit that with no rubber They tried to pull me, but I had that thing on, fuck it, I'm wildin', big boy under covers Fuck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double Fuck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double Fuck it, I'm wildin', I ain't ducking no trouble I hate to be the one to burst your bubble (I'm buggin')