U Buggin lyrics

[Intro: Envy Caine & Young Ash]
Word to my mother, you need to calm down What?
‘Cause you nothin’ hot ma
You always talkin’ sh*t
When you mention that n*gga I’m either him or one of them
Who you think you talkin’ to? You bum ass n*gga
Watch ya mouth

[Chorus: Young Ash & Envy Caine]
n*gga, you’re buggin’, wish I never met your broke ass
How you f*ckin’ wit’ these b*tches who get no cash?
You think you lit, how you walkin’ wit’ Chanel bags
Try to use it, beat me down, b*tch, I felt bad
Tried to play me like a dummy, n*gga, too bad
All I wanted was your money, n*gga, ah ha
I took l you out and got you drunk, what’s up? I’m tryna f*ck
If you ain’t got no way to get home then you outta luck

[Verse 1: Young Ash]
You lost your mind, n*gga, who you think you playin’ wit’?
Made you buy me bundles now you think you made a b*tch
I could bring back double, hit a lick and give you the [?]
If you f*ckin’ me you know you gotta pay for sh*t
You know you gotta spend, buss a cheque to get mе wet
You look like you upset I don’t want you think you nеxt
You know I don’t stress, yes, I’m blessed, I’m the best
And know I’ma flex on my ex, I’m up next
[Chorus]
n*gga, you’re buggin’, wish I never met your broke ass
How you f*ckin’ wit’ these b*tches who get no cash?
You think you lit, how you walkin’ wit’ Chanel bags
Try to use it, beat me down, b*tch, I felt bad
Tried to play me like a dummy, n*gga, too bad
All I wanted was your money, n*gga, ah ha
I took l you out and got you drunk, what’s up? I’m tryna f*ck
If you ain’t got no way to get home then you outta luck

[Verse 2: Envy Caine]
The whole night I been pretendin’ I’m a different guy
I got you drunk, we vibin’, can’t wait ‘til we get inside
You lookin’ good, take that off, let’s see what this about
Once you start talkin’ ‘bout your n*gga I’ma kick you out
You blowin’ up my phone, you know I ain’t callin’ back
Let’s stop all this flirtin’, I’m horny, I’m tryna slap
Started pullin’ out them hunneds she saw it and got addressed
You tried to beat me down with a swindle and got finessed

[Chorus]

n*gga, you’re buggin’, wish I never met your broke ass
How you f*ckin’ wit’ these b*tches who get no cash?
You think you lit, how you walkin’ wit’ Chanel bags
Try to use it, beat me down, b*tch, I felt bad
Tried to play me like a dummy, n*gga, too bad
All I wanted was your money, n*gga, ah ha
I took l you out and got you drunk, what’s up? I’m tryna f*ck
If you ain’t got no way to get home then you outta luck
[Outro: Young Ash]
First off, I get my own money, I pay my own sh*t
Been lit, been had my rent paid, been had my credentials
Check about me, ask about me
n*gga, you buggin’
You really buggin’, like
How many times you tried to talk to me and I finally gave you a chance and yo-
You tried it, you tried it, stupid
Stupid, look at you, tight, mad
Look at ya face
f*ck outta here