Buss One 101, Pt. 2

(What up, Kaio? I see you, ****)

Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

****, I can't— uh, uh, mm, mm

****, **** better not try not to fight, huh (Ajaks, this a banger)

Woo, a ****— (Uh)

Ayy, mm, ayy, huh (Yeah)

**** better not try to fight 'cause my pistol cocked

Huh, be done ended a **** life, that's what my **** like

That **** told you I was broke, bae, don't believe the hype

Huh, them long days when I was broke, I just believed the hype

Huh, I had to use a lil' motor, this doggy got a bigger bite

Mm, like free my **** up the road, tell bro 'nem I just sent a kite

Yeah, these bitches be takin' pictures while I sleep, so I don't spend the night

No, ****, we ain't beefin' bout no freaks, I'm what these bitches like

Mm, young boss, rich ****, I'm all these bitches' type

Like twenty G's yesterday, let's see what I'm gon' get tonight

Bitch, quit talkin' out of turn and go and get some Sprites (Out of turn)

Bet they still see me if you hit the lights

That's a SRT, but this one fifty more, I got a different type (Skrrt)

We got two different lives, I be hittin' my dope, boy, you be hittin' your wife (Yeah)

We got two different lives, when you be at work, boy, I be hittin' your wife (Yeah, yeah)

My old bitches askin' how I been, bitch, I been alright (Mhm)

Hmm, boy, these jeans cost a band and these bitches tight

Huh, hit the soda, go to bed, all these bitches spiked (Mm, mm)

Huh, you can't get as rich as me, you too busy typin'

Hmm, I only let Max and lil' P sit behind me

I'm in Saks off that shit, ****, like a zombie

Hmm, ARP, that bitch go, "Grrt," lil' bro shred the firing pin (Yeah)

We'll take a **** out, we ain't tryna dine in

Play, you lay, ain't tryna lay, get playin' out your mind then

I don't give a fuck how hard you look, you ain't gon' find this

Time caught me with some— I'm like, "Where I sign at?"

His and hers everything, my bitch like, "Babe, where mines at?"

They like, "Ayy, bro, what that **** say, bro?" Go rewind that

Ayy, we on two different type of times, I don't know what time it is

Ayy, we on two different type of times, live at your mama crib

This ain't baseball, you got one strike, we gettin' you out of here

Lil' bro pop out with that mask on, he just like Spider-Man

She like, "Boy, didn't you just wake up? Why you look so tired then?"

Hmm, forever lit, the CVS, you know we tied in

I got Ricky's on me, I ain't have to tie them

I ain't have to tie these, I ain't have to fry these

All this motherfuckin' chicken, huh, where the banker?

Bust one, show you how to whip a brick up with a hanger

I can't count how many times these pussy **** left me hangin'

Stay the fuck up out my way, I swear this paper made me dangerous (Bust one)

(What up, Kaio? I see you, ****)

(Ajaks, this a banger)