(hehe, clip the mic, hehe)
Got a big head, this motherfucker
Cause I think a lot
Let me move all this money
Be kicking all that money around, ya feel me?

Now the liquor got me twisted, uh
4-5, pop shot, yeah, lift you up
On a richert scale, nigga, never
Never been off basic earthquake all day
Pull the strap like Matrix
Now you looking all scared
Cause you live off ace
Move into a group home bum off placement
Riding better i don't know who's shaming
Fuck a dollar, man, nigga
Man, give me your chain
Just for your necklace, bitch
I'll leave you brainless now the cops say
All dope dealers is anus

Black man live off pain
And you gotta dodge bullets
Ain't no PE training tell all my haters
You can kiss my anus niggas ro-
I roast beef like Angus
Daddy had a whole car he made me - pavement
Never s- lord pussy
The dog mouth the? know
Not to come in the dog's house
Niggas watching Birdman w- the long route
Stay that sh- tooken the long route
I stopped playing with that sh-
My song's out

Ride by, catch the hook, nigga, like bus pass
Plus I'm in the fuck class
Living life, man, you can't hold me down
I just want to spread love
Cause I make mistakes
I Can't lie to the people
And look in your face
My heart too real cause my blood is pumpin'
Feeling kinda itchy, finna dump somethin'
Real talk, man I keep it
Lit bitch, I'm ready, it's nothin'
Lil B, I been ready for somethin'
I been ready cause I'm outchea, outchea
Thuggin' hustlin', bussin', bussin', bussin'

Ba ba ba, ha, bussin' chwp chwp chwp
Chwp chwp chwp chwp chwp bitch I'm bussin'
Ba ba ba chwp chwp chwp
Bitch I'm bussin' ch-chwchw-chw-ch pa pa
Bitch I'm bussin'

Ch-chwchw-chw-ch pa pa bitch I'm bussin'

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