Bugs Bunny

Lyrics for Bugs Bunny

Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat Yeah (I am the King) finna go, yeah I'm finna tear yo' lil', yeah Finna tear yo' bitch (Ayy) man Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz Finna tear yo bitch walls down like a termite Road running, this a checkpoint Hit the turnpike Pull up on you for that cheese I'm the big worm type Shit talking white boy I'm Cena with the word "life" White Mountain Dew like King Buu Now I look like Kirby chicken on his head Watch that boy get cooked like turkey First bird gets the worm, lil' bitch I'm jugging early Thinking that he shooting like he Curry We done took his 30 In a Vert with a lil' Uzi Feel like Baby Pluto I ain't high off the first 'Wood When I'm facing two more Hmm, oh your buffs? Got 'em straight from kudos One up ain't enough We gon' slide and make it 2-0 Human Race with the green Tag straight from StockX Road run, punch jacks And you know I drop checks real baller I'll drop sixty and will not sweat Sick of this lil' bitch All she got is hot breath Out the country, upping yin On my tourist shit When I touch down, it's MIA Good Florida trips she don't put pape in my Pocket? I ignore the bitch Christian Dior, Louboutin, on my foreign drip Board the plane First class Delta if I board that bitch I was looking for assists Now I'm on my scoring tip I'ma let it blow if an Opp looking towards my blick Reach for this chain? A dude's Gonna take a florist trip Finna get some trop My bitch on her Tim Hortons tip Pocket got a knot I get flashy when I'm bored and shit Feel like Paul Revere Come through and I'm horsing shit Pushing foreign shit, oh shit You can't afford a Lyft? This a scam house Finna get up on my order tip But I can take you to the Dope spot where they snorting shit 2K foot work, Virgil did the Jordan kicks I can hear the bag talking to me On my Dora tip Real life shit talker, bitch, I drip water I can turn the crowd up Spot jump like Vince Carter How the fuck my pop look like Flint water? Sometimes it ain't the plug, boy You gotta switch chargers swear to God Really I'm just preaching in this bitch Fucking racks up Walk out Neiman's leaving drip Bitch named "Angel" and the Demon doing dick Going 160, I might make the Demon do a flip Stiff-arm, spin move, bitch I'm finna touchdown Ain't ever turn back and look down, bitch I'm up now every time I look at my wrist Think 'bout a bust down The quarterback gon' get sacked when We hear that hush sound Huh, I got money, she in love now Hoes with me too I got carrots like I'm Bugs now I could teach you something Just follow me on Clubhouse Get some head from a bitch then Make her get the fuck out Yeah, then make her get the fuck out Yeah, I got carrots like I'm Bugs now Huh, follow me on clubhouse bitch, yeah Huh, yeah ayy, ayy, ayy ShittyBoyz Stiff-arm, spin move, bitch I'm finna touchdown Ain't ever turn back and look down, bitch I'm up now every time I look at my wrist Think 'bout a bust down The quarterback gon' get sacked when We hear that hush sound Huh, I got money, she in love now Hoes with me too I got carrots like I'm Bugs now I could teach you something Just follow me on Clubhouse Get some head from a bitch then Make her get the fuck out Stiff-arm, spin move, bitch I'm finna touchdown Ain't ever turn back and look down, bitch I'm up now every time I look at my wrist Think 'bout a bust down The quarterback gon' get sacked when We hear that hush sound huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz