Who Really Buggin lyrics

[Intro: Cin Munna]
Grrah
Gang Gang Gang
Zay Munna
Zay Munna with me
Milly with me
Gang
Gang Gang Gang

[Verse 1: Cin Munna]
Uh, shots fired, connect a n*gga like it's Wi-Fi
Been outside since it was top 5, put a n*gga right on FOX 5
Have a b*tch go line him and do the race
n*ggas dissin, they know where we at, n*gga
See a opp and I'm quick to attack, n*gga
Off a percy, I'm blowin her back, n*gga
My n*gga trap like Nipsey, we hustle
I got a gun so why would I tussle
Right by that zoo, yeah my hood is a jungle
Why would you diss me, know I get busy
Bigger than 40, know that's a sitchy ?
Mike Amiri used to rock with Givenchy
Hit him now [Censored] Boy feeling dizzy
Now that boy feeling dizzy
I feel like Coach, it's a hit list
They mad I'm blood with some big crips
Oh I take a shot, I'm on that time
Getting money, gotta stay on my grind
Getting money, gotta stay on my grind
Spot a opp and I'm always on time
Smoking that Dummy and Lotti
Mix it with that Juu Hеf n*gga
Thirty on me, that's a TEC n*gga
Run up on me, you get strеtched, n*gga
Screaming Thirdside in ya jects, n*gga
Hop out then we stretch n*ggas
Gang, gang, gang
Movie, viral, ya mans died by the pokey
Stoley, hop out, shoot three, n*gga
Face shot, Zay don't play and Munchie don't either
Milly with me, turnt ass n*gga, he throwing up Neighbour
[Verse 2: Zay Munna]
Hop out the V, get to boomin'
He try to run then Munchie gon' shoot him
Spinnin' they block or we lose it
Bro got a Toolie and I got the Ruger
Four opps got hit, that's movie
Back to the trap, lil' treesh wanna do me
Back to the trap, lil' treesh wanna do me
n*ggas duck when they gang slide
Monterey, Sev Block, that's gang ties
They know Thirdside, I bang mine
Hit a opp in his face til' his gang slide
n*ggas duck when they gang slide
Monterey, Sev Block, That's gang ties
They know Thirdside, I bang mine
Hit a opp in his face til' his gang slide

[Verse 3: Milly Wop]
He said four three shots, that's you, 43 shots, not you
n*gga, you soft, Lotti he died, he ain't fight back
Shooter just called me and asked for the price tag
Fetti, he with me, he clutching
Hop out the V, I told brodie to dust em'
Juu Hef got beat with the hookah
Dying all funny, y'all really not shooters
Reyway be the gang that they hate though
We don't talking, just go ask the 8 though
40 and it came with a ruler
Go ask my opps, Milly Wop be the ooter
Hoodstars on the Rey, that's the generals
We don't do talkin' just know that we bending through
Bad b*tch took the gun, she a holster
Smoking on Dummy, got put on a poster
[Verse 4: Kay Flock]
Dummy, Ain't no Uber but we Lyft him
Gang tryna blitz em', baba she lined em', she tricked em'
Hold on, Bunny Hop, get to chasing
He try to run, matter fact, get to blitzin', look
b*tch, I ball like the Pistons
33 on me when I feel like I'm Pippen (Grrah, grrah, boom)
If he Gz, he get put in a coffin
Hole in his face, that boy look like a dolphin (Eli)
Spin the 8th, know I'm causing extortion

[Outro: Kay Flock]
Dummy
Lotti, gang
Gang, gang, gang, n*gga, suck my di*k
Big YGK, n*gga
Die Drilly
f*ck all the oppas, n*gga, mister shoot spotter, n*gga, we got 'em, b*tch
Got the Loccs with me got the M88VAS with me, n*gga
All gas, no brakes, mister shoot at ya face