buggin Lyrics

I can't do wrong, I can't do wrong, I can't do wrong

Airborne made this

I can't do wrong, I can't do wrong

Told her it's been so long, it's been too long

This bih' so wrong, loving me be so wrong

If you drop my soda, bih' we so done

Off this gas pack, this that new runtz

This that new shit

Love that FN (no), I show her it do new tricks

How I do it, how I do it

Baby ask me how she love it

How I do it, how I do it

How I do it, she love me

She lovin' , how I do it (ouohhh)

Off of this pack (yea) bih' said I'm buggin, (ohh)

I do this shit like its nothin'

I spend a bag like it's nothin

I love you back bae, with no discussion

Sippin on potion

Sippin on potion, that nigga sip robitussin

Arguing on my body, baby, why you fussin

I buy you a bag with no discussion

Nina on my shoulders, got strap for my Nina

Baby real bad so she know I'm a eater

I give her money so I can just feed her

I'm in the crib with you, put my feet up

We love to party all night, bitch, we geek up

I'm just with twin no we just need a re-up

(aoughh), (aoughh), (aoughh)

Pockets fat as hell you pockets

Lookin' rough, remember I ain't had enough

Sit in this bitch, now my pockets tough (ouhhh)

All of my niggas keep k's, like we Russian

I keep a glock, I ain't tussin'

Send in the shot, got me puttin' in luck in

I break your back baby, know that we fuckin'

You in the crib, nigga, don't be on nothin

You want a whole ass goin' ask for a huggin'

Give me that chrome, baby, I need you suckin'

She suckin' the soul outta me, I'm like, oh

7.62 leave you wit bloody nose

I get that bucks quick, you pickin' n roll

I need one call, baby, hit up my phone

Speak in the wrong tone fuck, nigga, get zoe'd up

her ass fat, think she ate granola

Give me my Glock, yeah, Im keepin' my Nolaa

I keep me my rock, yeah, I call it my Polar

You niggas weird , know you niggas be posers

Big dog shit, my nigga, might coach ya

I with ya hoe, when you with me, puttin the phone up

Done with your attitude bae put the tone up

Hop in this bih', and I love just to pour up

I be in space, yeah, just straight pourin'

I'm in this' shit ride this bih', like a foreign

Promised by next year, swear that we tourin'

Graduate, I'm in a air, I be soaring'

I hit you back, baby, yeah, by the morning

Step in margiela, used to rock Ralph Lauren

Too many hoes in my bed, no, life ain't boring