I’m Buggin lyrics

[Intro]
(M— M— Money)
Jay Critch, hood fav
I think these stupid n*ggas thought it was over
Yo, get twelve, I think these stupid n*ggas thought it was over yo, ayy, hey

[Chorus]
Uh, I really got on some boss sh*t, I swear that these little n*ggas 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)
f*ck 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
They tried to pull me, but I had that thing on, f*ck it, I'm wildin', big boy under covers
f*ck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double
f*ck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double
f*ck 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 n*ggas 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)
n*ggas ain't worried 'bout no little scuffle
Like I ain't get this sh*t 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, b*tch, I ain't wanna touch you
Young n*gga had to get used to the bag
n*gga got rich, I ain't even have a mixtape
n*gga got rich, I was only eighteen, couldn't even go in the club, get sh*tfaced
Diamonds they drunk and they dance, get sh*tfaced
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, n*ggas 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
n*ggas in between, trying to play both sides
But they know a n*gga having real mob ties
You ain't with the gang if you ain't gon' ride
Can't f*ck with him 'cause he ain't on time
Big bucks, n*gga, I remember them dimes
With a baddie, she asking my sign
I'm blowing up, I ain't wasting no time
World war sh*t like it's Vietnam
[Chorus]
Uh, I really got on some boss sh*t, I swear that these little n*ggas 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
f*ck it, I'm wildin' out for the whole summer (Hey)
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll, f*ck it, I'm wildin', hit that with no rubber
They tried to pull me, but I had that thing on, f*ck it, I'm wildin', big boy under covers
f*ck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double
f*ck it, I'm wildin', that money gon' double
f*ck it, I'm wildin', I ain't ducking no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble (I'm buggin')