Buster Cannon
Backstage, couple drinks, I'm loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I'm turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin' down shows and I'm bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I'm loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I'm turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin' down shows and I'm bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Man's from Grove, you already know
Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole
Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows
Asked who I am, she already knows
Gang only, gangdem, that's bros
Fam know me, famdem, let's go
"Can I get a verse?" Big fat no
Squad with smoke, click clack blow
Man chat nuff, go get a job
Girls want cuff, I just want gwop
You're a wasteman, you're a big fat slob
Don't have a fit, don't cry, don't sob
Turn up to shows, I'm already drunk
Shelling down grime, I don't do funk
Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch
And the barrel come long like a elephant's trunk (Wah?)
Stepping on checks, stepping onstage
I don't want a beat from them man, that's dead
If it ain't Nyge or Faze then it's Tre
Cuh the beat sound like an impact to the head
Backstage entrance, no front door
Got a plus 10 and they've got a plus 4
Man do graveyard when I'm on tour
Don't chase girls, lose one, there's more
All I see is bums and boobs
I'm turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin' down shows and I'm bringing in racks
Buster cannon blow up the room
Backstage, couple drinks, I'm loose
All I see is bums and boobs
I'm turnt, step on the stage
Buster cannon, man gon' blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Lickin' down shows and I'm bringing in racks
Buster cannon, blow up the room
Man's from Grove, you already know
Beg friend who? Kick him in a hole
Bare Nike ticks on the kicks, that shows
Asked who I am, she already knows
Gang only, gangdem, that's bros
Fam know me, famdem, let's go
"Can I get a verse?" Big fat no
Squad with smoke, click clack blow
Man chat nuff, go get a job
Girls want cuff, I just want gwop
You're a wasteman, you're a big fat slob
Don't have a fit, don't cry, don't sob
Turn up to shows, I'm already drunk
Shelling down grime, I don't do funk
Guys got the shotgun, big like Inch
And the barrel come long like a elephant's trunk (Wah?)
Stepping on checks, stepping onstage
I don't want a beat from them man, that's dead
If it ain't Nyge or Faze then it's Tre
Cuh the beat sound like an impact to the head
Backstage entrance, no front door
Got a plus 10 and they've got a plus 4
Man do graveyard when I'm on tour
Don't chase girls, lose one, there's more
Credits
Writer(s): Tres Von Carimbocas, Che Wolton Grant
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