Bullshit
Its the muscle baby
Yeahhh
(Aye punch me in coach)
(Its the martian, hey)
I'm so tired of the bullshit, the hate, and the lames
That's why i keep that nine tucked yeah I'm gone buss at your brain
They envy us, and they plotting tryna take out my gang
On god this choppa hold a hundred nigga we aint gotta aim
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We go ape shit like gorilla
Aint no stopping till a young nigga reach a million
I got the young niggas with me
Aint no telling how many straps we got inside the building
Four pockets full got me walking pigeon
Free that boy Nate got me plugged in the city
I know some og's still getting it
Chop a brick up like we serving for Wendy's (shitttt)
You cant tell a nigga getting it
Paper tags on all of these cars
Aint none rented
Flexing a cool little fifty
Got it out the mud
Ask little homie he was with me
Kicking shit young nigga thuging
I used to post on the block with my brother them
We got to dumping at the opps
My brother them
We lit this bitch up
The forth of July
RIP two of homies just died
What you gone do when its time to ride
Pull up and let a hundred off inside (yeah)
We thinking murder
We eat that beef shit with hot sauce
Thirty minutes later knocking ha top off
Don't let that sneaking dissing get yo ass knocked off
Last nigga tried it got dropped
I'm so tired of the bullshit, the hate, and the lames
That's why i keep that nine tucked yeah I'm gone buss at your brain
They envy us, and they plotting tryna take out my gang
On god this choppa hold a hundred nigga we aint gotta aim
I'm so tired of the bullshit, the hate, and the lames
That's why i keep that nine tucked yeah I'm gone buss at your brain
They envy us, and they plotting tryna take out my gang
On god this choppa hold a hundred nigga we aint gotta aim
Aint gone play bout my respect
Damn sure aint playing about no check
(What)
I hop in the coupe and I smash out
I fucked on your hoe I didnt cash out
Gave the hoe a little fiftty
Told her baby you can not come with me
(Shawty you cant)
Big boss making boss moves
Youngest flexer in the city
(Yeahhhh)
Diamonds hitting just fiji they dripping
No little boat but I come with a river
(Drip)
All in guts when I'm digging up in her
You is a thot girl I can't love a whore
I am in love with the money
The hundreds and fifty's the contently coming
Sammy in the cut and you know how he bumimg
Kroad if you thinking bout rushing
And you know the muscle strapped
If you thinking bout bussing, bussing
Big stick gotta long nose
Talk shit get split
Yeah I'm aiming at your wig
Talking tough on the internet
Caught his ass outta town
(We did)
He aint talking tough now
(He aint)
380 in my right pocket just in case shit got wild
Bet I gun a nigga down
I'm so tired of the bullshit, the hate, and the lames
That's why i keep that nine tucked yeah I'm gone buss at your brain
They envy us, and they plotting tryna take out my gang
On god this choppa hold a hundred nigga we aint gotta aim
I'm so tired of the bullshit, the hate, and the lames
That's why i keep that nine tucked yeah I'm gone buss at your brain
They envy us, and they plotting tryna take out my gang
On god this choppa hold a hundred nigga we aint gotta aim
(Yeahh)
Bussing Bussing Bussing Bussing Bussing
Talking tough on the internet
Caught ass outta town
He aint talking tough now
Yeahhh
(Aye punch me in coach)
(Its the martian, hey)
I'm so tired of the bullshit, the hate, and the lames
That's why i keep that nine tucked yeah I'm gone buss at your brain
They envy us, and they plotting tryna take out my gang
On god this choppa hold a hundred nigga we aint gotta aim
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We go ape shit like gorilla
Aint no stopping till a young nigga reach a million
I got the young niggas with me
Aint no telling how many straps we got inside the building
Four pockets full got me walking pigeon
Free that boy Nate got me plugged in the city
I know some og's still getting it
Chop a brick up like we serving for Wendy's (shitttt)
You cant tell a nigga getting it
Paper tags on all of these cars
Aint none rented
Flexing a cool little fifty
Got it out the mud
Ask little homie he was with me
Kicking shit young nigga thuging
I used to post on the block with my brother them
We got to dumping at the opps
My brother them
We lit this bitch up
The forth of July
RIP two of homies just died
What you gone do when its time to ride
Pull up and let a hundred off inside (yeah)
We thinking murder
We eat that beef shit with hot sauce
Thirty minutes later knocking ha top off
Don't let that sneaking dissing get yo ass knocked off
Last nigga tried it got dropped
I'm so tired of the bullshit, the hate, and the lames
That's why i keep that nine tucked yeah I'm gone buss at your brain
They envy us, and they plotting tryna take out my gang
On god this choppa hold a hundred nigga we aint gotta aim
I'm so tired of the bullshit, the hate, and the lames
That's why i keep that nine tucked yeah I'm gone buss at your brain
They envy us, and they plotting tryna take out my gang
On god this choppa hold a hundred nigga we aint gotta aim
Aint gone play bout my respect
Damn sure aint playing about no check
(What)
I hop in the coupe and I smash out
I fucked on your hoe I didnt cash out
Gave the hoe a little fiftty
Told her baby you can not come with me
(Shawty you cant)
Big boss making boss moves
Youngest flexer in the city
(Yeahhhh)
Diamonds hitting just fiji they dripping
No little boat but I come with a river
(Drip)
All in guts when I'm digging up in her
You is a thot girl I can't love a whore
I am in love with the money
The hundreds and fifty's the contently coming
Sammy in the cut and you know how he bumimg
Kroad if you thinking bout rushing
And you know the muscle strapped
If you thinking bout bussing, bussing
Big stick gotta long nose
Talk shit get split
Yeah I'm aiming at your wig
Talking tough on the internet
Caught his ass outta town
(We did)
He aint talking tough now
(He aint)
380 in my right pocket just in case shit got wild
Bet I gun a nigga down
I'm so tired of the bullshit, the hate, and the lames
That's why i keep that nine tucked yeah I'm gone buss at your brain
They envy us, and they plotting tryna take out my gang
On god this choppa hold a hundred nigga we aint gotta aim
I'm so tired of the bullshit, the hate, and the lames
That's why i keep that nine tucked yeah I'm gone buss at your brain
They envy us, and they plotting tryna take out my gang
On god this choppa hold a hundred nigga we aint gotta aim
(Yeahh)
Bussing Bussing Bussing Bussing Bussing
Talking tough on the internet
Caught ass outta town
He aint talking tough now
Credits
Writer(s): Marquell Strozier
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