Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Busy , by - Problem. Song from the album S2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.11.2018
Record label: Diamond Lane
Song language: English
Busy |
| Hunnid million in my sight, I gotta touch that |
| Go against the throne, you gettin' bust at (Bust at) |
| Hustlin', yeah, I’m busy as a bee |
| And I ain’t fuckin' 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 polyin' 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 somethin', rack somethin' |
| I’m smokin' dolo if you niggas ain’t tryna match somethin' |
| Yeah, mama always knew I was on the cash route |
| Forteen, holdin' 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 gettin' bust at (Bust at) |
| Hustlin', yeah, I’m busy as a bee |
| And I ain’t fuckin' 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 eatin' 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 gettin' closer (Uh) |
| Feel it gettin' closer, yeah, I feel it gettin' closer |
| Mama told me stop stressin' 'fore a nigga get a ulcer |
| Nothin' comin', pockets touchin', baby mom gon' make me choke her |
| Man, I’m lookin' like a bitch, like these niggas wearin' chokers |
| Supposed to be in Gucci loafers up in strokers, throwin' 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 carin' 'bout the penalty |
| Get a hunnid million in my site, I gotta touch that |
| Go against the throne, you gettin' bust at (Bust at) |
| Hustlin', yeah, I’m busy as a bee |
| And I ain’t fuckin' 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 |
| What, ayy |
| What, uh oh |
| Cypress |
| Ayy, okay |
| I dropped outta school, eleventh grade, I said fuck it (Fuck it) |
| Livin' life backwards (Damn), Benjamin Button |
| All of a sudden niggas be stuck countin' 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) |
| Ridin' 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 poppin' (Ayy) |
| I ain’t stoppin', I ain’t droppin', bitches flockin', nigga’s jockin' |
| I told Problem if he got a problem, Rucci got a chopper (B-r-r-r-ap!) |
| Keep it solid like my mo’fuckin' father (Big time) |
| Pull out this big bitch and sing like a opera (North) |
| Losin' ain’t a option (What) |
| I told my niggas I got us |
| I do this shit with no effort, I’m poppin' |