Bus Commercial - Giggs

Niggas hate me I’m like 'fuck it, hate'

Bring it to the battlefield I’ll touch his mate

My big '45 feels fucking great

True the nigga might snitch, come buck his face

'Cause I bus commercial

Think I won’t get the Mac up and personal

Like I won’t get the Young Bucks to burst you

I’ll put niggas on knuckles and rocks dispersal

That means they’re going to put the teeth up the Tec

Beat up the heater, squeeze off then jet

And this the shit that my mean muggy meant

Bottom line clean up the mess

Beat up my chest

Motherfuckers know me I beat at the best

Fuck your Code D I beat at the rest

I’m a squeeze 'til there’s no teeth in the Tec

Talking that it’s a bus commercial ting

Bid bad Hollowman’ll bust some bursts at him

Then duck, reverse the ding

Want to pitch me but I done reversed the ting

Talking that it’s a bus commercial ting

Bid bad Hollowman’ll bust some bursts at him

Then duck, reverse the ding

Want to pitch me but I done reversed the ting

Where was I?

I reversed the ding

Breezed out of there, splurted in

But before I got there, dispersed the ting

Had to mask up the whip, I swerved it in

I’m outside the house on a burglar ting

Ringing off the bell, babe let the burglar in

She came down wearing a purple thing

I thought 'look babe I prefer the pink'

But back to the murder ting

I’m paranoid wondering if I murdered him

I thought back to when the Tec and the burger sing

And I flang it on the prick and heard the spring

I hurt the pin

Beat it up so much I hurt the thing

We done it one time we never rehearsed a thing

I want to keep it inside of the circle thing