Lil Wayne, Rich The Kid & YG – Buzzin’ Lyrics

Trust fund baby
Trust fund, mmhmm

I’m that nigga, Slime that nigga
Five that nigga, Five that nigga
Find that nigga dead
On his head I left a shiny nickel
Shiny blicka, counterfeit
Tiny trigger
Trigger finger ain’t even itchin’
Kind of tickle, I’m a sicko

Honolulu with my new new
Rockin’ MuMu like it’s FuBu
Red everything but Bluetooth
On your grave I do the juju
Mhmm
Look at my chain, it’s bussin’
Drip on Usain, it’s runnin’
She give me brain that’s skully
She drunk a Wayne McFlurry
Mmm and I’m on a Xan buzzin’
I’ma machine gun ’em
That money machine runnin’
Them niggas know we ain’t runnin’
That washin’ machine money
I’m talkin’ ’bout clean money
I’m talkin’ ’bout me and money
All of my bees buzzin’
Zero degrees buzzin’
What do that mean?
Buzzin’ that mean that this shit is a breeze for me
I be on them trees feelin’ like the mothafuckin’ chimpanzees buzzin’
It’s zero degrees and I might squeeze if you sneeze buzzin’

Pass me the cup, buzzin’
I need the lean buzzin’
She fucked the whole team buzzin’
The choppa got beam buzzin’
I do not bang nothin’
My bro got the bitches comin’
That’s the bro, yeah that’s the buzzer
Like a bee, I’m really buzzin’

That ain’t my bitch, I let her fucked the brozallini
I went to Elian, I bought a ring of VVs
Buzzin’ be trappin’, rappin’
On the block, but the boys stay cappin’
Netflix how that boy keep actin’
Buzzin’ with me and you know he bustin’
Yeah, we buzzin’
I’m with my buzzer
They’re like where’d you get your chain that shit bussin’
Yeah, don’t worry ’bout that splash
Hundred racks, that’s lil boy cash
Two hundred on the big boy dash
Heard buzzer trippin’, he don’t get no pass
Mhmm
Money on me now like mhmm
Bet she want a bag mhmm
Rollie bustin’ and the buzzer got one too
Buzzin’ got the magic coupe

Pass me the cup, buzzin’
I need the lean buzzin’
She fucked the whole team buzzin’
The choppa got beam buzzin’
I do not bang nothing
My bro got the bitches comin’
That’s the bro, yeah that’s the buzzer
Like a bee, I’m really buzzin’

Ok, I’m really bloodin’
Go down with the blicky, fuck it
I rather get caught with somethin’
I can’t be Ricky runnin’
On the opps we huntin’
Ya’ll never score ya’ll puntin’
I like my hoes disgustin’
On my way, your bitch I’m comin’ (Take that, take that, take that)
You like savin’ hoes, you a hoarder
We cross out the opps, we be crossin’ boarders
Su gang I be sendin’ orders
Su gang red rags on my daughter

Pass me the cup, buzzin’
I need the lean buzzin’
She fucked the whole team buzzin’
The choppa got beam buzzin’
I do not bang nothin’
My bro got the bitches comin’
That’s the bro, yeah that’s the buzzer
Like a bee, I’m really buzzin’

Mmhmm
I’m that nigga, Slime that nigga
Five that nigga, Five that nigga
Find that nigga dead
On his head I left a shiny nickel
Shiny blicka, counterfeit
Tiny trigger
Trigger finger ain’t even itchin’
Kind of tickle, I’m a sicko
Mmhmm