Jay Critch I'm Buggin
[Intro]
M-M-Money
Jay Critch, hood fav
I think these stupid niggas thought it was over
Yo get 12, I think these stupid niggas thought it was over yo, aye, hey
[Chorus]
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
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
Fuck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f..ck it I'm wildin' hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, f..ck it I'm wildin' dip under covers
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' they 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 in the muscle
He called the police 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 18, couldn't even go in the club get shitfaced
Diamonds they drunk and they dance, yeah shitfaced
Can't bring the tool, we got in with the switchblades
Brodie got hot in the hood, had to switch states
Nigga I ain't rapping, I'm just talking 'bout life
Worry bout M's, niggas worried bout ice
When you getting cheese, better worry 'bout mice
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
How you with the gang if you ain't gon ride
Can't f..ck with him cause he ain't on time
Big bucks nigga, I remember them dimes
I'm 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]
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
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
Fuck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f..ck it I'm wildin' hit that with no rubber
He try to pull me but I had that thang on, f..ck it I'm wildin' dip under covers
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' that money gon dump em'
Fuck it I'm wildin' they ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble
