Busta Talk pt. 2

Lyrics

[Sample] "What's this, a joint?" [Verse 1] Booma sucka all the slab, put that on the tab Ain't no mistakin' we really been it, all that right there (right there) Muhfuckin' busta talkin' on me why that boy gon' blab Sayin' that he fakin' but he five fucking feet so I don't care Woah, woah, woah, I getcha for the (?) You say we broke for an' say we gotta bag it though Ain't no cap, I'mma get you wacked for the laggin', hoe You say that you won't go to war, I bet you blaggin' though Double up off on that crap, I called it I'mma get you back But I ain't gon' do none of that, I scared that boy 'cause he a rat I be sneaky with that gat, I'mma robber, I'mma jet With my buddy in the back, an' we was plottin' on your pet I done pile that indie shit and then go giggin' But I talk down I won't kick it 'cause I know them four was chicken I snatch they pot 'cause she lickin' And I was feelin' her diddlies I said "I been fuckin' your bitches, ay An' she be suckin' my penis, ay" [Verse 2] I got them goodies off from the bunk You need some water, I'll bring you some I'm serving that shit, get on Scooby Doo I'mma cook that bopper, and drop it too Then kick it on me, and I got the goo I don't know what the fuck I'mma do I made my lil hoe drink all of that That shit ain't good for her cardiac With my finger in the four, and I made a yat Then serve that shit to your fuckin' man Lil muhfucker drink that up so fast Then lil dummy gave me half a rack Can't tell me none, 'cause I know that Lil woadie woafer ain't got no bag Them muhfuckers evacuating man I don't know why they playin' tag [Outro] I don't play with none of them pussy-ass boys Look all that right there ya lil boy ain't really been 'bout it Them muhfuckers woofin' I ain't really workin' on ya Y'heard me