Yeah, yeah,
I guess that's what the top feel like,
feel like
It's like a flippin' whoopsie
And you can catch me in the mood
with my head low
I bring it home, dawg,
that's cause my cash over
Come on and play, come on and play
And you can catch me in the mood
with my head low
And you can catch me in the mood
with my head low
I bring it home, dawg,
that's cause my cash over
Come on Greg, come on Greg,
do you wanna catch me in a move?
I'm fire and I'm raising hell,
pyro like in 2012
Making them think and say,
Bugsy's hot for being brown
So ain't it obvious that I have it,
and I'm doing something right
Rocking the crowd and all the audience
when I get up on the mic
Look at this mind, time to shine,
bright enough to leave you blind
You're too phony for my praises,
that's too fake to be in mine
Now I'm not saying that you're sorry,
I'm just too fucking tight
Game over, little flippin' bossy,
got you burning up inside
I keep it up, guess he's stressing,
look at him pacing hating going crazy
maybe someone should have
told him
that there's no one that can faze me
cause i'm selling records do ing it better
putting them under pressure
fucking it up for all the haters
and for me it's been a pleasure
toss the seagull god and hefner
can't nobody do it better
keeping it gangster smart and clever
ain't no way i'm losing ever
come and get some if
you want it
but you're leaving in a state
just watch the brief right after
never
cause we're enemies
forever
My head low,
and you can catch me in the mood
My head low, I bring a hold on it,
it's cause my cash over
Come on and play, come on and play
And you can catch me in the mood,
my head low
And not to your surprise,
I'm putting it down with caps
and crowns
I'm tearing it up in many rhymes,
fucking it up in every line
Speeding it up and keeping it tight,
taking my time and doing it right
Picking your spot and making it mine,
so move it along and say goodbye
Live out what, but knees up,
cause he's hotter than the sun
Lighting it up and making it fun,
setting it off with every stuck
I'm ready to pop, having a lot,
tossing money from the top
Leaving these bitches all in shock,
when you hear a Bugsy drop
Spottin' his head right and left,
like a virus when it's spread
Hitting him random like a tick
and setting a standard for the rest
You wanna be the best,
get ready to play,
remember the name
I'm making it rain,
I'm giving a game,
I murder the bass and no one is the same
Kill the beat cause I'm unique,
slowing it down and keeping it clean
And turning it up and giving it speed,
set the mode and set it free
Bugsy's vibing to HPG,
Bugsy's dropping it with some heat
Bugsy's doing it like no other
and you'll never be like me, bitch
You can catch me in the mood
with my head low
I bring out more dolly,
that's cuz my cash over
Come on and play, come on and play
You can catch me in the mood
with my head low
You can catch me in the mood
with my head low
I bring out more dolly,
that's cuz my cash over
Come on and play, come on and play
You can catch me in the mood
with my head low
One more time before I go
I'm gonna be givin' it to you
Coach, just leave it alone
And pack it up, go
Because nobody likes your flow
That's why you're broke,
your ratings low
And all your fans are getting bored
They're calling out Fuzzy
Covered up faults and showin' it,
provin' you're a joke
I'm always ticketed,
talkin' and boppin' and knockin' and scrubbin'
and fuckin' and rubbin'
And shooting at bats when I cap it
and wrap it and stab it
And shakin' and tuckin' and mackin' and jackin'
and suckin' and rockin' and rappin'
Leave it a mess,
yeah, what just happened?
Bugsy gave it to you drastic
and he wrapped you up in plastic
And you can catch me in a mood
with my head low
I bring a home runnin'
and that's cause my cash over
Who wanna play?
Who wanna play?
And you can catch me in a mood
with my head low
And you can catch me in a mood
with my head low
I bring a home runnin'
and that's cause my cash over
Come on and play, come on and play
And you can catch me in the moon
with my head low
Mr. Criminal 
