WAY2BUSY

[Chorus]
Caught him at the light, but when the cops come, we deny it (deny)
I just went and hit that bitch and then I flew out to the Miyan (zoom!)
Wit my brotha moonlxght, we pull up, everybody dyin' (brrr! baow!)
Way too busy with the guala, I can't count that fuckin' high (no no no)
Leave you layin' on the road like roadkill when we slide (brrr! baow!)
My car a ZR1, so when I drive, that bitch glide (yeah)
I don't keep score cause if I did then the mercy rule would hit my guys (aye, yuh)
When I pull up with a choppa, know you won't come out alive (woah)

[Verse 1]
Wit' a hunnid round drum on the mothafuckin' choppa, it go, "brr! baow!"
Leave him on the floor, he goin' way out
Consciousness, that boy goin' in and out
I need all my monеy and I need it right now
TEC hit that boy, he gon' dance, do the woah (do thе fuckin' woah)
What you know about the trap? You ain't never touched a stove (no, no)
Gotta bury all the pots, residue is on those hoes (oh, oh)
When I walk up on his block you know I let my choppa BLOW!
So much green is in my house, you'd think my walls are overgrown (no no no)
Bullets fly above yo' head, you better dive 'fore you get domed (baow! baow!)
When my brotha give a target I'm like a dog to a bone (dog to a bone)
How will he perform with a chrome to his dome?

[Chorus]
Caught him at the light, but when the cops come, we deny it (deny)
I just went and hit that bitch and then I flew out to the Miyan (zoom!)
Wit my brotha moonlxght, we pull up, everybody dyin' (brrr! baow!)
Way too busy with the guala, I can't count that fuckin' high (no no no)
Leave you layin' on the road like roadkill when we slide (brrr! baow!)
My car a ZR1, so when I drive, that bitch glide (yeah)
I don't keep score cause if I did then the mercy rule would hit my guys (aye, yuh)
When I pull up with a choppa, know you won't come out alive (woah)

[Verse 2]
You used to flex a G-3-5, until I flexed my fuckin' ride
I roll up wit' a mothafuckin' Ghost and you gon' run and hide
I got too much guap, so when my wrist dance, I look way too fly
Bought a new Patek, watch, I swear these boys won't fuckin' try
Swerve the coupe on the road
I don't care about 12, no, no, fuck them hoes
All I care about is goin' gold in the Ghost
All these hoes the same, so I send 'em to my bro
Nah, I just got a strict type
My girl is way too fine, she what everybody like
I just put some new diamonds on my wrist, this shit, it fuckin' shine
How it feel to be a brokie when you used to flex in 9?

[Chorus]
Caught him at the light, but when the cops come, we deny it (deny)
I just went and hit that bitch and then I flew out to the Miyan (zoom!)
Wit my brotha moonlxght, we pull up, everybody dyin' (brrr! baow!)
Way too busy with the guala, I can't count that fuckin' high (no no no)
Leave you layin' on the road like roadkill when we slide (brrr! baow!)
My car a ZR1, so when I drive, that bitch glide (yeah)
I don't keep score cause if I did then the mercy rule would hit my guys (aye, yuh)
When I pull up with a choppa, know you won't come out alive (woah)