Bust Ya Gunz
Whoo (yeah) (Swizzie)
It's showtime? (C'mon, Swizzie) (yeah)
Y'all know who it is (yeah)
I'ma get it poppin' like I'm used to (let's get it poppin')
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon (oh-oh) (let's go)
Me in the scene, I'm makin' that cream
Them haters always say, "What the hell does that mean?"
I'm comin' through your block, got somethin' mean (mean) (that's crazy)
The Ferrari pink, it blings (oh my gosh)
Yep, I got suede in my dash
I got your chick ready to kiss my ass (easy, girl)
I go to the club, man, it's no cash (no, no, no, no, no)
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw on my jeans tucked and it's out now (here you go)
T.I. made them suckers bring it out now
The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon (oh-oh) (let's go) (man)
It's engine, engine, number nine
You talkin' crazy, you lose your mind
And if that chucker wanna throw that stack
Well, pick it up, hey, pick it up, you don't know me
But Kanye know my name, Timbo, know my name
Pharrell, know my name, Scotty, know my name
Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up
Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up
Kicks, snares, change the beat game
Cali like B.I.G said and B.I.G did
I hope nobody got offended, what I said
You wanna act crazy, I aim for your head
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon (oh-oh) (let's go)
I got a special guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man
Guess who's back in your buildin', ya big pimpin'
Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on, look two childrens
It's Drag Dash, bitch, Mr. Backdraft, bitch
Bust a slug like I blub, blap-blap, bitch
Bitches know niggaz love the way my flow switch
Scratch my trigger finger, make a nigga itch
I ain't gotta tell you how I spit propane
I'm at the gun range 'cause I ain't got no aim
Get at you rappers, spit the stank in your lane
My shit been clappin' since Don did The Soul Train
I'm back like when bakin' soda do cocaine
Drag to the Dash, I'm in the hood like lo mein
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon (oh-oh) (let's go)
The Drag album comin' soon too
We got Needlz on the beat, man
Them drums is too cold cut-able man, yeah
Bakka-bakka, shots flowin' here
Swizz, get 'em, whattup?
Lox album, Eve album
One Man Band Man, bitch
It's showtime? (C'mon, Swizzie) (yeah)
Y'all know who it is (yeah)
I'ma get it poppin' like I'm used to (let's get it poppin')
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon (oh-oh) (let's go)
Me in the scene, I'm makin' that cream
Them haters always say, "What the hell does that mean?"
I'm comin' through your block, got somethin' mean (mean) (that's crazy)
The Ferrari pink, it blings (oh my gosh)
Yep, I got suede in my dash
I got your chick ready to kiss my ass (easy, girl)
I go to the club, man, it's no cash (no, no, no, no, no)
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw on my jeans tucked and it's out now (here you go)
T.I. made them suckers bring it out now
The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon (oh-oh) (let's go) (man)
It's engine, engine, number nine
You talkin' crazy, you lose your mind
And if that chucker wanna throw that stack
Well, pick it up, hey, pick it up, you don't know me
But Kanye know my name, Timbo, know my name
Pharrell, know my name, Scotty, know my name
Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up
Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up
Kicks, snares, change the beat game
Cali like B.I.G said and B.I.G did
I hope nobody got offended, what I said
You wanna act crazy, I aim for your head
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon (oh-oh) (let's go)
I got a special guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag Dash, get 'em man
Guess who's back in your buildin', ya big pimpin'
Your big disc got Drag Dash on, now come on, look two childrens
It's Drag Dash, bitch, Mr. Backdraft, bitch
Bust a slug like I blub, blap-blap, bitch
Bitches know niggaz love the way my flow switch
Scratch my trigger finger, make a nigga itch
I ain't gotta tell you how I spit propane
I'm at the gun range 'cause I ain't got no aim
Get at you rappers, spit the stank in your lane
My shit been clappin' since Don did The Soul Train
I'm back like when bakin' soda do cocaine
Drag to the Dash, I'm in the hood like lo mein
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, we make 'em cum
Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?
Hell yeah, we bust our guns
Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?
Damn right, I make 'em all say
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon
(Oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon, (oh-oh) yeah, c'mon, c'mon (oh-oh) (let's go)
The Drag album comin' soon too
We got Needlz on the beat, man
Them drums is too cold cut-able man, yeah
Bakka-bakka, shots flowin' here
Swizz, get 'em, whattup?
Lox album, Eve album
One Man Band Man, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Mel Jason Smalls, Terius Gray, Khari Cain
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