Outro Young T & Bugsey

[Intro: Bugsey]
This one feel so much different than the other one because it is
Yee
Quarter to 3, I know you catch my drift, babe
Baby
Yea

[Verse 1: Bugsey]
This one feel so much different than the other one because it is
Feel it like a hymn, gotta get it how I live
We dipping out the back 'cause I'm digging out your bitch
And I got the upper arm in the war 'cause I'm rich
Golden waffles with manuka honey
He was wid us, now he moving funny
You look worried, you ain't gully gully?
Keep repenting like it's Armageddon
If your brothers down, will you stretch your arm and get him?
I rеmember me and T working back to back in KFC
Barеly making ends meet
Now we making aunty's legs week
Spread 'em on Versace bedsheets
She responsible and carefree
Speed boats tryna race to shore
Sipping Ace for sure
Polo briefs on my waist, of course
I know how to take a L, don't know how to lose a Jib
This a new space coupe, bet I'm peeling off the lid
Ace B, don't know how to lose a Mitch
I know you catch my drift
I reassemble and I rearrange
I'm with my family, why am I feeling strange?
EY, I beg you turn my vocal up
They need to hear me when I open up
It's me again, room service and I order lobster
The cream is ours, not yours
Send 80 to the Swiss offshore
Yeah
Black on Black motorsport "cause I'm
Down for the cause
But my niggas still moving ounces in Fords