Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tomas Rey Bowring
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm too busy to answer your call
I'm too busy to link with your friends and
Then act like we cool and go shop at the mall
You be trying it on
Because you know
Exactly you get what you want
But I don't have time
See baby
You done played with a thug
Shit done played with the plug
Switch it up
All on my line but ain't pick it up
I've been too busy to fix it up
Still trynna link
Better listen up
She on my meat till she licked it up
She ain't the type that'll Spit it up
We gon have problems to kick it up
But we to busy to hit it up
I've been to busy leave it on my cell
Turning up the party burning down the hotel
Say you put the work in but man I can't even tell
I've been Running up the numbers like we in the cartel
She saying
Oh that my favorite rapper
I don't have time it don't even matter
Hitting the game like I'm climbing ladders
She think she hot I have even badder
Posted a flick I didn't even snap her
Plugged in the game like a wall adapter
Turnin the whip like I'm reading chapters
Pushing the bridge it go even faster
She say she feel it inside her bladder
Ghosting the girls like my boy casper
They be calling me that bastard
Walked in the bank like a cash hazard
Bro for real a back stabber
But Gotta focus I don't have time
She steady ringing to hit my line
I needed change but she is a dime
I've been to busy leave it on my cell
Turning up the party burning down the hotel
Say you put the work in but man I can't even tell
I've been Runnin up the numbers like we in the cartel
I been running up the numbers
Like I'm in the cartel
Heard they say that they been working
Honestly I can't even tell
I been all on the road
Doing shows
Getting cash
Dumb high
Good za for the low
Step in they already know
Reckless
To deep
Ice on
Hella shots at the show
Suggest you don't even play
Say the word and it's shots at your brain
V8s we in fast things
Police know don't even chase
They mad they in last place
They Can't compete wit me
T crazy on the beat
Got reckless on the scene
Now we going up
Play wit us
Why would you play wit us
When we keep heaters tucked
Made the wave
Now they all copy us
But ain't no keepin up
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