Busy

(album: S2 - 2018)

[Problem:]
Hunnid million in my sight, I gotta touch that
Go against the throne, you getting bust at (Bust at)
Hustling, yeah, I'm busy as a bee
And I ain't fucking no bitch if she ain't busier than me
On my ma and my daddy, too
My kids, my auntie, and my granny, too

'Member polying with Boolie in my granny's eighty-two
School 'bout to start, mama, I ain't got no loot
What the fuck we finna do?
Fuck it, hit the mall, snatch something, rack something
I'm smoking dolo if you niggas ain't tryna match something
Yeah, mama always knew I was on the cash route
Forteen, holding dice games in my back house
Darn nea stayed two doors from the crack house
Dealers maxed out 'til they pockets racked out (Boom!)
Hmm, Chachi need to see what that 'bout
Damn, enemy just hit the block with the Macs out
Boom-boom-boom, shots rang out, duck for cover
R.I.P. Joaquin, they shot him dead in front his mother
Salute my nigga Nick, I ain't shit without my brother
I'm my mama's only son, because of him she got another
What

Hunnid million in my site, I gotta touch that
Go against the throne, you getting bust at (Bust at)
Hustling, yeah, I'm busy as a bee
And I ain't fucking no bitch if she ain't busier than me
On my ma and my daddy too
My kids, my auntie, and my granny too

Nigga had a second kid 'fore he turned twenty-two
I'm 'bout to have my third, what the fuck I'm finna do?
Chachi gotta bust a move
Hit the streets, I ain't eating like I'm 'sposed to
With this hustle and this talent, I shoulda been busted over
Couldn't stop until it over, man, I feel it getting closer (Uh)
Feel it getting closer, yeah, I feel it getting closer
Mama told me stop stressing 'fore a nigga get a ulcer
Nothing coming, pockets touching, baby mom gon' make me choke her
Man, I'm looking like a bitch, like these niggas wearing chokers
Supposed to be in Gucci loafers up in strokers, throwing loafers, what
I ain't but I finna be
That methamphetamine got me with a whole 'nother energy
I want it all, literally
I just drop drugs in my Hennessy
Ain't caring 'bout the penalty

Get a hunnid million in my site, I gotta touch that
Go against the throne, you getting bust at (Bust at)
Hustling, yeah, I'm busy as a bee
And I ain't fucking no bitch if she ain't busier than me
On my mama and my daddy too
My kids, my auntie, and my granny too

Nigga seen his first million 'fore he turned thirty-two
Lost that, bounced back like a real nigga do
On my mama though, what

Yeah, to be continued, uhh
We gon keep that like that, I'm cool with that

[Break: Rucci:]
What, ayy
What, uh oh
Cypress
Ayy, okay

I dropped outta school, eleventh grade, I said fuck it (Fuck it)
Living life backwards (Damn), Benjamin Button
All of a sudden niggas be stuck counting big money (Ayy)
Catch they ass in public and tell they ass to run it
It's the big dawg, famous, why I don't need no friends (What)
Riding by my lonely with my forty in my Benz (Ayy)
Try me if you want to, promise that's gon' be the end of your life
Wanna gamble with it? Nigga, roll the dice
My mama pray for me, I mix Henny with my Molly
Where I'm from (Ayy), North Side (Ayy), catch a body, now you popping (Ayy)
I ain't stopping, I ain't dropping, bitches flocking, nigga's jocking
I told Problem if he got a problem, Rucci got a chopper (B-r-r-r-ap!)
Keep it solid like my mo'fucking father (Big time)
Pull out this big bitch and sing like a opera (North)
Losing ain't a option (What)
I told my niggas I got us
I do this shit with no effort, I'm popping