Jchill - I'm Buzzin' (feat. Young Savo) Lyrics

I got too many haters I love it
Snakes in the grass need to cut it
Gotta' get geeked & say f*ck it
If you cock the glock better bust it
Run up on me, repercussion
Hitting lil' mama, percussion
She give me top, like concussion
I'm at the top, no discussion
I need me some tussin, double cup, sip like it's nothing
Lil' mama thick, like a muffin, she ride the dick like it's nothing
She f*ck with the kid 'cause he buzzing, none of these bitches get loving
None of these suckers get nothing, they ain't bout it, bout it, they bluffing

F*ck a hater, rise above it, I be wild'n out in public
My bitch is the baddest, yea lil' mama gon' slurp & suck it
And I am not the one to f*ck with, not the one to see what's up with
I ain't with the beefing, money talk in my discussion
The kid coming up, they asking how the f*ck he does it
I'm smashing on the gas, got the cash Forrest Gumpin'
I just hit the plug, he sell it cheaper by the dozen
So I'ma need about a dozen, what I'm smoking got me buzzing
Hit the gas & I gun it, I'm going fast & I'm blunted
With a super bad bitch, she coming faster than money
If you up it better bust it, ain't got time for no running
My lil' Nina don't be fronting when it come to discussion
Money, power, gas, louder
Plenty women, cash, power
Run up a check, flex & finesse
Respect, I need nothing less

I got too many haters I love it
Snakes in the grass need to cut it
Gotta' get geeked & say f*ck it
If you cock the glock better bust it
Run up on me, repercussion
Hitting lil' mama, percussion
She give me top, like concussion
I'm at the top, no discussion
I need me some tussin, double cup, sip like it's nothing
Lil' mama thick, like a muffin, she ride the dick like it's nothing
She f*ck with the kid 'cause he buzzing, none of these bitches get loving
None of these suckers get nothing, they ain't bout it, bout it, they bluffing

Savo, I'm a f*cking menace
My brain is so strong because I smoke a lot of spinach
Meditate every day for no less than 60 minutes
These niggas say they sliding, swear to God they ain't spinning
Glocky or a Smith'n, but it gotta have extension
AR with a scope, he better come with good equipment
You live your life for God, boy I'm living with no limit
You leave the church of God, 6 seconds you'll be sinning
Jump in the 'yo to smoke & drop game
All in the booth with demons & gang, gang
Niggas be plotting bout robbing they main thing
He ran up on me, I shot him, no shame game
Boy that's your job, I feel you, you gotta eat
That's how it go when thuggin' in these streets
You know the game won't get no pity from me
I watched him die & close his eyes, put him to sleep

I got too many haters I love it
Snakes in the grass need to cut it
Gotta' get geeked & say f*ck it
If you cock the glock better bust it
Run up on me, repercussion
Hitting lil' mama, percussion
She give me top, like concussion
I'm at the top, no discussion
I need me some tussin, double cup, sip like it's nothing
Lil' mama thick, like a muffin, she ride the dick like it's nothing
She f*ck with the kid 'cause he buzzing, none of these bitches get loving
None of these suckers get nothing, they ain't bout it, bout it, they bluffing