Buss It

Milly rock through your whole street
While you're too slumped off of codeine
Pop locks on your back door since you wanna claim you're the trap lord
Fact fact
You fucking pussies ain't on shit
My gang I hold I bond with
This Amiri denim holds a long shiv
Hit a bop like its broadway
Stacking money do it all day
I done made it here with no help
Did it myself all in broad day
Never thought id be the big smoke
Flying packets like its Heathrow
Shorty asking for my pin code
Lucky Michael Kors ain't a thing though
Buss it buss it
Yeah
Buss it buss it
Yeah
Buss it buss it
Yeah
Buss it buss it
Yeah

Out on my Maurie shit
Count up the bands scarface with a 40 clip
Calling me Tony Montana
I'm dancing like it doesn't matter
You put on a smile they call you a pussy, all for the camera
I'm really pent up with anger
Don't make me turn your family home to Topanga
I'd say I get where you coming from
But really I don't
You boys are high of the dope
Way too convinced that you isn't the joke
Re-evaluate your team
Top scorer like Kareem
I could get you with a hook shot
Leave the block what you mean

Milly rock through your whole street
While you're too slumped off of codeine
Pop locks on your back door since you wanna claim you're the trap lord
Fact fact
You fucking pussies ain't on shit
My gang I hold I bond with
This Amiri denim holds a long shiv
Hit a bop like its broadway
Stacking money do it all day
I done made it here with no help
Did it myself all in broad day
Never thought id be the big smoke
Flying packets like its Heathrow
Shorty asking for my pin code
Lucky Michael Kors ain't a thing though
Buss it buss it
Yeah
Buss it buss it
Yeah
Buss it buss it
Yeah
Buss it buss it
Yeah



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Writer(s): Jacob Wills
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