Buggin Lyrics

[Intro]

It’s that DudeyLo n!gga man, every fu*king track you heard?

Shot after fu*king shot n!gga

C’mere

Like where the fu*k is he, uh

Where the fu*k is he going

[Chorus]

I was never the victim I was always the suspect

(??) got beat with the G, know he upset

N!ggas gotta be buggin, they don’t remember we just threw a dozen

Late night, word to bro we was hunting

Oh yeah, he hit n!gga, look at his stomach

On my block n!ggas never did nada

And y’all cool with the ones that jack Rah Rah

Stupid n!gga when bye, bye

Literally, really put trust in a bop

I’m on a drill like bro, what the fu*k, 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 going on with my son

But I can’t let her see that I’m hurting

Can’t let her see that I’m losing my focus

[Verse]

Ain’t make a song in two months like I’m bogus

(??) my emotions

Ever been out in the cold locked out of the crib and you can not go home

The only thing that I had was the bros

I put my life on the line for the Os

Like this s*it got serious

Got what I want then I’m sticking him

Make sure he dead put the clip in him

Try to run when I shoot then we tripping him

Walk him down had to finish him

After he dead roll a zip of him

Bro told me stop drilling

Word to bro you point him out we gon’ get him

But I told him I can’t, just like you I’m in love with feeling

[Chorus]

I was never the victim I was always the suspect

(??) got beat with the G, know he upset

N!ggas gotta be buggin, they don’t remember we just threw a dozen

Late night, word to bro we was hunting

Oh yeah, he hit n!gga, look at his stomach

On my block n!ggas never did nada

And y’all cool with the ones that jack Rah Rah

Stupid n!gga when bye, bye

Literally, really put trust in a bop

I’m on a drill like bro, what the fu*k, 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 going on with my son

But I can’t let her see that I’m hurting

Can’t let her see that I’m losing my focus

I was never the victim I was always the suspect

(??) got beat with the G, know he upset

N!ggas gotta be buggin, they don’t remember we just threw a dozen

Late night, word to bro we was hunting

Oh yeah, he hit n!gga, look at his stomach

On my block n!ggas never did nada

And y’all cool with the ones that jack Rah Rah