AAAHHHH!!! lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Swizz Beatz]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo), look

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
n*ggas want me to bust a rhyme, so ironic
It's Busta Rhymes, so iconic
n*ggas can't f*ck with the kid, you know the logic
Bounce, duke, you should move 'fore we make it a topic
I'm sh*tting on n*ggas to where I need a colonic
Or when I'm showing up and only collecting the profit
Sha-sha-sha, que sera is how I picks it up
Making n*ggas put holes in the wall is how I rip sh*t up
Patrón, a lil 'yac and some Kush is how I mix it up
I love the way she gets down on her knees and how she licks it up
The way a n*gga give you the sh*t and how he thinks it up
Look, pardon me, yeah, look, peep how I lift sh*t up

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Woo, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a big bag (Big bag) on a brand new
Ahh (Ahh), yeah
I just pulled up to the club with the top all gone, new
Ahh (Ahh), woo
Went shopping for four days (Four days), ridin' with the— with the
Ahh (Ahh), right? I don't really give a
Ahh (Ahh), now let the beat drop
Clap on, now we gon' clap on
Clap off, clap on, yeah, we gon' clap on
n*gga talking all crazy, the strap all on
Tell my homies clap off from the clap (Let's get it)
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Clap off, clap on, b*tch see, we back on
Wall in the west wing, hang all my plaques on
I be blacking in this b*tch 'til the whole track gone
King Kong, got 'em bouncing off the walls, ping pong
Rolls-Royce Wraith seats I'm resting my back on
Bottles of 1942, getting my drank on
Funny how my mommy say she love my new rap song
How a n*gga keep it fresh, Balmain slacks on
Now that's wrong, she ripping off her new black thong
Now she bugging, shorty can't believe the di*k that long
Collapse on the couch inside of my mansion
Wish y'all n*ggas could've really seen my reaction

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Woo, yeah, yeah
I just dropped a big bag (Big bag) on a brand new
Ahh (Ahh), yeah
I just pulled up to the club with the top all gone, new
Ahh (Ahh), woo
Went shopping for four days (Four days), ridin' with the— with the
Ahh (Ahh), right? I don't really give a
Ahh (Ahh), now let the beat drop
Clap on, now we gon' clap on
Clap off, clap on, yeah, we gon' clap on
n*gga talking all crazy, the strap all on
Tell my homies clap off from the clap (Let's get it)