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Been Busy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Been Busy was released on August 10, 2026 by Dang CJ as a part of the album Been Busy - Single
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Release DateAugust 10, 2026
LabelDang CJ
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dang CJ
Dang CJ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Courtney Jones
Courtney Jones
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dang CJ
Dang CJ
Producer
coreyyy
coreyyy
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
For real.
[Hook]
How many times I done told you?
Ride your wave, don’t copy them.
Get your pape and stack that shit,
And stay at the top, on bro.
Better tote your Glock, on bro.
They gon’ send them shots for sure,
But you gotta shoot back.
Don’t let ’em catch no hat.
Glock 23, matte black,
I put it in my bag.
Don’t ever think I’m a lick,
I’ll take your life, won’t give it back.
We smokin’ hella gas,
We get high as a bitch.
I can’t lie, yeah, this that thrax,
It punch your chest and shit.
[Verse]
Sorry, I been busy,
I ain’t dropped in a minute.
You ain’t check on me,
You don’t care where I been.
I been livin’ great,
I been out the way.
I been stackin’ pape,
We geek every day.
I take these drugs to be okay.
I geek up. (FOREAL!)
Stretch, I was askin’ bro
How he feel off them pills.
We love takin’ shrooms and acid tabs,
That shit’ll explain itself.
Ain’t much else I should tell you.
Ain’t much else I should tell you.
I said, “Fuck everybody,”
Hatin’ everything I say.
For real, this shit come with patience.
Ridin’ in fast shit all through the city,
High as fuck, blazin’.
If the police get behind us,
Ain’t no stoppin’, we racin’.
We gon’ take ‘em.
Choppa gon’ break ‘em.
Ain’t no savin’ ‘em.
And we don’t play with ’em.
Fuck who test us.
Slidin’ in a Tesla,
Pull up in a black truck.
Honestly, I done did enough.
Paid my dues, that’s enough.
[Hook]
How many times I done told you?
Ride your wave, don’t copy them.
Get your pape and stack that shit,
And stay at the top, on bro.
Better tote your Glock, on bro.
They gon’ send them shots for sure,
But you gotta shoot back.
Don’t let ’em catch no hat.
Glock 23, matte black,
I put it in my bag.
Don’t ever think I’m a lick,
I’ll take your life, won’t give it back.
We smokin’ hella gas,
We get high as a bitch.
I can’t lie, yeah, this that thrax,
It punch your chest and shit.
We smokin’ hella gas,
We get high as a bitch.
I can’t lie, yeah, this that thrax,
It punch your chest and shit.
Written by: Courtney Jones
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