Buggin’

[Intro]
On-On-On-On-One Mic New York City
Everything we touch turns to gold
It’s that DudeyLo nigga man, every fuckin’ track you heard?
Shot after fuckin’ shot nigga
Come here, like
Where the fuck is he—, (ah, ah, ah)
Where the fuck is he going?

[Chorus]
I was never a victim, was always the suspect
5ive got beat with the G, know he upset (Niggas got–) Niggas gotta be buggin', they don’t remember we just threw a dozen? (Late night–)
Late night, word to bro, we was huntin'
Oh Yay hit, nigga, look at his stomach
On my block, niggas never did na-da
And y’all cool with the ones that jack Rah-Rah
Stu-stupid nigga when bye-bye
Literally, really put trust in a bop-bop
I’m on a drill like, "Bro, what the fuck? I think it’s some' goin' on with the gun"
And my moms call me like, "Dudey what’s up? I know it’s some' goin’ on with my son"
But I can’t let her see that I’m hurtin’, can’t let her see that I’m losin’ my focus

[Verse]
Ain’t make a song in two months like I’m bogus
Shit sad that the drugs is what helps my emotions
You ever been out in the cold, locked out of the crib and you cannot go home?
The only thing that I had was the bros, I put my life on the line for the Oz
Like, this shit got serious (Serious)
Go-got what I want, then I’m stickin’ him (Then I'm stickin' him)
Make sure he dead, put the clip in him (Gimme' his—)
Try to run when I shoot then we trippin’ him (Like)
Walk him-walk him down, got to finish him (Come here)
After he dead, roll a zip of him (He gone)
Bro told me "Stop drillin’" (Like)
You point him out, we gon’ get him
But I told him I can’t, just like you I’m in love with feelin’

[Chorus]
I was never the victim, I was always the suspect
5ive got beat with the G, know he upset
Niggas gotta be buggin', they don’t remember we just threw a dozen?
Late night, word to bro, we was huntin'
Oh Yay hit, nigga, look at his stomach
On my block, niggas never did na-da
And y’all cool with the ones that jack Rah-Rah
(Stupid nigga when bye-bye
Literally, really put trust in a bop-bop
I’m on a drill like, "Bro, what the fuck? I think it’s something going on with the gun"
And my moms call me like, "Dudey what’s up? I know it’s something goin’ on with my son"
But I can’t let her see that I’m hurtin’, can’t let her see that I’m losin’ my focus)

[Chorus]
I was never the victim, I was always the suspect
5ive got beat with the G, know he upset
Niggas gotta be buggin', they don’t remember we just threw a dozen?
Late night, word to bro, we was huntin'
Oh yeah, he hit, nigga, look at his stomach
On my block, niggas never did na-da
And y’all cool with the ones that jack Rah-Rah