Bussin (Part 2) lyrics

[Intro]
(Timeline, on beat)

[Verse 1]
Who I gotta hug? Who I gotta love?
I just really want a hug
You can really catch this slug, I’ll shoot you in your face
b*tch best not even play cause we gon' do this everyday
We be thugging everyday
Tryna get it every way, we just tryna get paid
Working hard just like a slave
Working hard just like a maid
That’s the same sh*t, uh
Me and all my n*ggas, n*gga that’s the same sh*t

[Chorus]
That’s that gang sh*t, ain’t no switching lane sh*t
Still with my same n*ggas that I f*cking came with
Why this n*gga talking like he gon' do sumn
n*gga play wit us best believe we gon' shoot sumn
We gon' do sumn, lay your ass down to thе floor
Lay your ass down to the floor f*ck n*gga
Lay your ass down to the floor f*ck n*gga
We gon' lay your pus*y ass down to thе floor n*gga

[Verse 2]
Lay you to the floor, lay you to the floor
Bet your ass keep that dough, yeah I’m really kicking doors
Jumping through them windows
Every type of way I was tryna get paid
On the block selling knicks, then I switched it up to crip
Now I’m bagging up dimes, really bagging out a zip
That was about 2015, switch it to the '16
Then it came to '17, I’m bagging up a pound now
Bagging up a pound now, tryna wrap it round now
Tryna make it add up, really tryna get it right
Then I had to get a job, got tired of tryna rob
Man I had to get it man, really had to get it
[Chorus]
That’s that gang sh*t, ain’t no switching lane sh*t
Still with my same n*ggas that I f*cking came with
Why this n*gga talking like he gon' do sumn
n*gga play wit us best believe we gon' shoot sumn
We gon' do sumn, lay your ass down to the floor
Lay your ass down to the floor f*ck n*gga
Lay your ass down to the floor f*ck n*gga
We gon' lay your pus*y ass down to the floor n*gga

[Verse 3]
Fetty hit the b*tch and he gon' drop her off to Trill
Trill up all night he rolling off a pill
That’s them jiggas n*gga, we be booted every way
Smoke in the cut popping molly everyday
n*ggas know what’s up they know we don’t play
We don’t play no games, we ain’t playing 2K
Yeah, yeah, what’s up, you know we everyday
Me and Fetty top in a drop top smoking gas n*gga
Smoking gas n*gga, really 'bout a bag n*gga
.40 on my hip best believe my pants gon' sag n*gga
I don’t got no socks on in these gucci shoes
I don’t got no socks on in these louis shoes
In these tennis boots, socks to my ankles
Baby girl man what’s up you know I got bojangles
Got that dope
Make your motherf*cking jaws lock hoe
Yeah I’m thugging in the f*cking dirty side hoe
[Chorus]
That’s that gang sh*t, ain’t no switching lane sh*t
Still with my same n*ggas that I f*cking came with
Why this n*gga talking like he gon' do sumn
n*gga play wit us best believe we gon' shoot sumn
We gon' do sumn, lay your ass down to the floor
Lay your ass down to the floor f*ck n*gga
Lay your ass down to the floor f*ck n*gga
We gon' lay your pus*y ass down to the floor n*gga