Bussin' Jugs
Ypc shit
The way i grewed up is so misunderstood
See we aint have shit
I come from out the hood
To live average
I feel like i cant do it
See i would live a normal life
If i could
But instead
Im bussin jug
Im bussin jugs
A nigga bussin jugs
I bussed a jugs
A nigga bussin jugggs
Im bussin jugs
A nigga bussin jugs
Im bussin jugs
Wake up erry morning
Buss a jug
Boss nigga
Tiger woods wit the wood
Timmy turner wit the burner
Wish he would
Im leave that nigga
Laying where he stood
Buss a jug
Ten racks in
Gucci hood
In my trap house
Steady bussin jugs
Bust the pack down
Looking for some woods
You a pussy
Im handle it
Like i should
Im in the projects
Hanging wit da jackas
Fuck 9 to 5
Fuck slaving for dem crackas
Ima keep grinding
So i can live lavish
But the trenches tragic
They'll turn you to a savage
My teacher told me i see jail cell or caskets
My og told me if i remix i can package
You can pull up on me
Never catch me lackin
If you a real nigga
You can help me stack it
Or you can keep on kicking doors
But its gone cost you
This lil bitch out wit yo woes
And make a boss move
Make sure you leave ya heart alone
Its gone mi scold you
She selling food stamps
Small food for dog food
The way i grewed up is so misunderstood
See we aint have shit
I come from out the hood
To live average
I feel like i cant do it
See i would live a normal life
If i could
But instead
Im bussin jug
Im bussin jugs
A nigga bussin jugs
I bussed a jugs
A nigga bussin jugggs
Im bussin jugs
A nigga bussin jugs
Im bussin jugs
Bussed a jug
The way i grewed up is so misunderstood
See we aint have shit
I come from out the hood
To live average
I feel like i cant do it
See i would live a normal life
If i could
But instead
Im bussin jug
Im bussin jugs
A nigga bussin jugs
I bussed a jugs
A nigga bussin jugggs
Im bussin jugs
A nigga bussin jugs
Im bussin jugs
Wake up erry morning
Buss a jug
Boss nigga
Tiger woods wit the wood
Timmy turner wit the burner
Wish he would
Im leave that nigga
Laying where he stood
Buss a jug
Ten racks in
Gucci hood
In my trap house
Steady bussin jugs
Bust the pack down
Looking for some woods
You a pussy
Im handle it
Like i should
Im in the projects
Hanging wit da jackas
Fuck 9 to 5
Fuck slaving for dem crackas
Ima keep grinding
So i can live lavish
But the trenches tragic
They'll turn you to a savage
My teacher told me i see jail cell or caskets
My og told me if i remix i can package
You can pull up on me
Never catch me lackin
If you a real nigga
You can help me stack it
Or you can keep on kicking doors
But its gone cost you
This lil bitch out wit yo woes
And make a boss move
Make sure you leave ya heart alone
Its gone mi scold you
She selling food stamps
Small food for dog food
The way i grewed up is so misunderstood
See we aint have shit
I come from out the hood
To live average
I feel like i cant do it
See i would live a normal life
If i could
But instead
Im bussin jug
Im bussin jugs
A nigga bussin jugs
I bussed a jugs
A nigga bussin jugggs
Im bussin jugs
A nigga bussin jugs
Im bussin jugs
Bussed a jug
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Writer(s): Lorenzo Arscott
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