Buss One 101, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(What up, Kaio? I see you, n*gga)
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n*gga, I can't— uh, uh, mmm, mmm
n*gga, n*gga better not try not to fight, huh (Ajaks, this a banger)
Woo, a n*gga— (Uh)
Ayy, mmm, ayy, huh (Yeah)

[Verse]
n*gga better not try to fight 'cause my pistol c*cked
Huh, be done ent a n*gga life, that's what my n*ggas like
That n*gga told you I was broke, bae, don't believe the hype
Huh, them long days when I was broke, I just believed the hype
Huh, I had to use a lil' motor, this doggy got a bigger bite
Mmm, like, free my n*ggas up the road, tell bro and them I just sent a kite
Yeah, these b*tches be takin' pictures while I sleep, so I don't spend the night
No, n*gga, we ain't beefin' bout no freaks, I'm what these b*tches like
Mmm, young, boss, rich n*gga, I'm all these b*tches' type
Made twenty G's yesterday, let's see what I'm gon' get tonight
b*tch, quit talkin' out of turn and go and get some Sprites (Hmm, I'm poppin' seals, b*tch)
Bet they still see me if you hit the lights
That's an SRT, but this one fifty more, I got a different type (Skrrt)
We got two different lives, I be hittin' my dope, boy, you be hittin' your wife (Yeah)
We got two different lives, when you be at work, boy, I be hittin' your wife (Yeah, yeah)
My old b*tches askin' how I've been, b*tch, I've been alright (Mhm)
Hmm, boy, these jeans cost a band and these b*tches tight
Huh, hit the soda, go to bed, all these b*tches spiked (Mm, mm)
Huh, you can't get as rich as me, you too busy typing
Hmm, I only let Max and lil' P sit behind me
I'm in Saks off that sh*t, n*gga, like a zombie
Hmm, ARP, that b*tch go, "Grrt," lil' bro shred the firing pin (Yeah)
We'll take a n*gga out, we ain't tryna dine in
Play, you lay, ain't tryna lay, get playin' out your mind then
I don't give a f*ck how hard you look, you ain't gon' find this
Tom called me with some— I'm like, "Where I sign at?"
His and hers everything, my b*tch like, "Babe, where mines at?"
They like, "Ayy, bro, what that n*gga say? Bro, go rewind that"
Ayy, we on two different type of times, I don't know what time it is
Ayy, we on two different type of times, live at your mama crib
This ain't baseball, you got one strike, we gettin' you out of here
Lil' bro pop out with that mask on, he just like Spider-Man
She like, "Boy, didn't you just wake up? Why you look so tired then?"
Hmm, forever lit, the CVS, you know we tied in
I got Rickies on me, I ain't have to tie them
I ain't have to tie these, I ain't have to fry these
All this motherf*ckin' chicken, huh, where the banker?
Buss One, show you how to whip a brick up with a hanger
I can't count how many times these pus*y n*ggas left me hangin'
Stay the f*ck up out my way, I swear this paper made me dangerous (Buss One)
[Outro]
(What up, Kaio? I see you, n*gga)
(Ajaks, this a banger)