Timothy Scott - Buss Up Shut Lyrics

Hey, hey you
You
Huh
Did you say something
Yeah, I'm talking to you
Kus I ain't hear nothing
Well, let me, let me talk
You gon' let me
Are you gon' let me talk
Hold on
You know what
What
I ain't gotta f*ck to give
No
My life I'm just tryna to live
Yeah
My happiness dey tryna steal
Wow
I ain't gotta f*ck to give
No
Wit myself I keep it real
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I would give you the spill
But I ain't gotta f*ck
No
Talk behind my back like a hoe
Wanna show off, put on a show
I thought we was homies ya know
That's why a nigga don't show love no mo'
Got money lined up, got my ducks in a row
If a nigga steal from me, his mind I'll blow
And I don't give a f*ck what you think or thought
Bitch, I'm in Brooklyn eatin' buss up shut
Life too short
Neva come up short
Owe me better pay me or dat's your butt
Like Band-Aid, I need my cut
If it's bout money, we can speak on such
If it's bout bullshit, I don't have a f*ck
So how could I give one
How could I give one if I ain't got one
I ain't gotta f*ck to give
No
My life I'm just tryna to live
Yeah
My happiness dey tryna steal
Wow
I ain't gotta f*ck to give
No
Wit myself I keep it real
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I would give you the spill
But I ain't gotta f*ck
Excuse me
Did you say something
Got my money right, you can't tell me nothing
All my bitches taste like milk and honey
Get it by myself
I was all by my lonely
Ain't got time for bologna or jabronies
Kill dem cockroaches, just like Tony
Niggas say dey ride with you, but dey so corny
Shit hit tha fan, dey catch ghost like dey holy moly
Real niggas round me only
Dis boy done met world like Cory
Stay to myself, lost like Dory
Ain't got time for no sob stories
I ain't gotta f*ck to give
No
My life I'm just tryna to live
Yeah
My happiness dey tryna steal
Wow
I ain't gotta f*ck to give
No
Wit myself I keep it real
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I would give you the spill
But I ain't gotta f*ck