Busy Lyrics

From the west, (Westside) hear it in my slags

I'm the best, hear it in my raps (Yeah yeah)

I'm talkin' facts, these niggas all cap (Cap) I'm up next and I'm bangin' on my chest

My girl bad but she never give me stress (Never) We get the bag then I watch her undress

I grab her ass and I move to the chest (To the chest) Couple hoes but I pass thats a test

Know my worth, I don't move like the rest (Yeah yeah) I'm the man, I don't ever really stress

I'm movin' weight like I bench press (Bench press) Got your girl hella impressed

But I think she's a actress (Actress) Now I think she's playin' Patrick (Yeah yeah)

Smart girl, she got tactics (Tactics) Me too, I move, it's madness yeah

Busy on my line, yeah, I'm busy with my time

Busy with the grind, yeah, I'm busy with the shine (Yeah)

I'm the man, I'm the dime (Yeah)

Need a bag, need a crown (Yeah)

Busy on my line, yeah, I'm busy with my time

Busy with the grind, yeah, I'm busy with shine (Yeah)

I'm the man, I'm the dime (Yeah)

Need a bag, need a crown (Yeah)

Need a bag, need a crown

Couple hoes, I decline

Man, I'm busy on my line

From afar, see the shine

Your bitch mad she ain't mine What a waste of her time

She like me, man, I'm fine

She like me, I'm a dime

A bunch of niggas rap, a bunch of niggas cap They ain't talkin' facts, so I give you facts

Niggas love to act, this ain't fairytale Nigga, you a fag, I can fuckin' tell

Nigga, you is wack, let me cast a spell

Send you to the back, shit, I might as well

I'm just spittin' facts, tryna be the best, hope my record sells (Huh)

Busy on my line, yeah, I'm busy with my time Busy with the grind, yeah, I'm busy with the shine (Yeah)

I'm the man, I'm the dime (Yeah) Need a bag, need a crown (yeah)