Jay Critch - I'm Buggin Lyrics

M-M-Money
Jay Critch, Hood Fav
I think these stupid niggas thought it was over
Yo, get 12
I think these stupid niggas thought it was over yo
Ayy, hey

Uh, I really got on some boss shit
I swear that these little niggas is runners
Move through the streets real cautious
He try to play then we puttin' him under (boom-boom)
Had a good day at the office
Trap is still open and it's doin' numbers (jugg, jugg)
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna (hey)
F*ck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll
F*ck it I'm wildin', hit that with no rubber
They try to pull me but I had that thang on
F*ck it I'm wildin', nibble under covers
F*ck it I'm wildin', that money gon' dump 'em
F*ck it I'm wildin', that money gon' dump 'em
F*ck it I'm wildin', ain't duckin' no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble

Let me tell you how I grew in a jungle
When I was young, always wanted to hustle
Downtown lookin' like it's Royal Rumble
Make niggas Run DMC, no Russell
I'm in the back of the Benz smokin' Trufflez
Whole book bag full of chips like Ruffles
In the book bag got a clip like (boom)
Niggas ain't worried bout no little scuffle
Like I ain't get this shit all off the muscle
It's 30 Gang, got the brains in the muscle (Money)
He called the police so we ain't gonna touch him
She said I'm lame, bitch, I ain't wanna touch you
Young nigga had to get used to the bag
Nigga got rich I ain't even have a mixtape
Nigga got rich I was only eighteen
Couldn't even go in the club get shitfaced
Diamonds they drunk and they dance, yeah, shitfaced
Can't bring the tool, we got in with the switchblades
Brodie got hot in the hood, had to switch states
Nigga I ain't rappin', I'm just talkin' 'bout life
Worry bout M's, niggas worried 'bout ice
When you gettin' cheese, better worry 'bout mice
And I'm in the V thinkin' 'bout my guys
I'm in LV gettin' way too fly
Niggas in between tryin' to play both sides
But they know a nigga havin' real mob ties
You ain't with the gang if you ain't gon' ride
Can't f*ck with him 'cause he ain't on time
Big bucks nigga, I remember them dimes
I'm with a baddie she askin' my sign
I'm blowin' up, I ain't wastin' no time
World war shit like it's Vietnam

I really got on some boss shit
I swear that these little niggas is runners
Move through the streets real cautious
He try to play then we puttin' him under (boom-boom)
Had a good day at the office
Trap is still open and it's doin' numbers (jugg)
Ballin' I feel like the number one stunna
F*ck it I'm wildin' out for the whole summer (hey)
Shorty a baddie and she got a bankroll
F*ck it I'm wildin', hit that with no rubber
They try to pull me but I had that thang on
F*ck it I'm wildin', nibble under covers
F*ck it I'm wildin', that money gon' dump 'em
F*ck it I'm wildin', that money gon' dump 'em
F*ck it I'm wildin', ain't duckin' no trouble
I hate to be the one to burst your bubble (I'm buggin')