Bussin' (feat. T. Rilla)
Got her lickin on the D, yeah she like that shit
Got her chokin on her knees, don't pipe the bitch
Got the new whip, no keys and shit
I don't really ask, I don't really needa bitch
Call up my shoota, and he gone make the hit
I don't really rap, I just really talk my shit
Cruising droptop, in the fuckin park n shit
See a smoke spot, I might go park this bitch
See a smoke spot, Imma go park this bitch
Cruisin droptop, smelling all loud n shit
Roll another blunt, ain't finna pass this shit
See a bad bitch, ain't finna bag that shit
Damn
Get to the cash and shit
I don't cap, I really just count my chips
Duffle bag, Louie just to match the fit
I don't brag, pussy just called it quits
All these checks
I be runnin, runnin, runnin
Talkin shit, I'll be huntin, huntin, huntin
Pussy ass hatin, I'm not doin nothin
Like my rollie bitch, Imma get to bussin
You gon see that shit, bussin on you haters
Just gettin to my money, see you later
You a rat, bitch, Imma fuckin gator
Getting to this bag, ain't nothin major
Bussin on my wrist, bussin on my clothes
Got a new whip, bussin all my flows
Hadda cop those, hadda cop these
New shoes, Louie V, catch a flight overseas
Got some new money, countin all my cheese
Ion ever cap, Ion ever sleep
Ion really ask, Ion really need
Ion really smoke my dope, I sell it to the fiends
Opps at the door, Imma get to bussin
Platinum chain on me, yours gone get to rustin
Fuckin on your bitch, I don't do the lustin
My bitch a dime, yo bitch disgustin
Hear your bitch moanin, best not disrupt it
I'm goin, can't touch it
I'm glowing, can't rush it
Now I'm blowing, can't hush it
If she hoein, don't trust it
All these checks,
I be runnin, runnin, runnin
Talkin shit, I'll be huntin, huntin, huntin
Pussy ass hatin, I'm not doin nothin
Like my rollie bitch, Imma get to bussin
You gon see that shit, bussin on you haters
Just gettin to my money, see you later
You a rat, bitch, Imma fuckin gator
Getting to this bag, ain't nothin major
Got her lickin on the D, yeah she like that shit
Got her chokin on her knees, don't pipe the bitch
Got the new whip, no keys and shit
I don't really ask, I don't really needa bitch
(Needa bitch)
(Call up my shoota and he make the hit)
Got her chokin on her knees, don't pipe the bitch
Got the new whip, no keys and shit
I don't really ask, I don't really needa bitch
Call up my shoota, and he gone make the hit
I don't really rap, I just really talk my shit
Cruising droptop, in the fuckin park n shit
See a smoke spot, I might go park this bitch
See a smoke spot, Imma go park this bitch
Cruisin droptop, smelling all loud n shit
Roll another blunt, ain't finna pass this shit
See a bad bitch, ain't finna bag that shit
Damn
Get to the cash and shit
I don't cap, I really just count my chips
Duffle bag, Louie just to match the fit
I don't brag, pussy just called it quits
All these checks
I be runnin, runnin, runnin
Talkin shit, I'll be huntin, huntin, huntin
Pussy ass hatin, I'm not doin nothin
Like my rollie bitch, Imma get to bussin
You gon see that shit, bussin on you haters
Just gettin to my money, see you later
You a rat, bitch, Imma fuckin gator
Getting to this bag, ain't nothin major
Bussin on my wrist, bussin on my clothes
Got a new whip, bussin all my flows
Hadda cop those, hadda cop these
New shoes, Louie V, catch a flight overseas
Got some new money, countin all my cheese
Ion ever cap, Ion ever sleep
Ion really ask, Ion really need
Ion really smoke my dope, I sell it to the fiends
Opps at the door, Imma get to bussin
Platinum chain on me, yours gone get to rustin
Fuckin on your bitch, I don't do the lustin
My bitch a dime, yo bitch disgustin
Hear your bitch moanin, best not disrupt it
I'm goin, can't touch it
I'm glowing, can't rush it
Now I'm blowing, can't hush it
If she hoein, don't trust it
All these checks,
I be runnin, runnin, runnin
Talkin shit, I'll be huntin, huntin, huntin
Pussy ass hatin, I'm not doin nothin
Like my rollie bitch, Imma get to bussin
You gon see that shit, bussin on you haters
Just gettin to my money, see you later
You a rat, bitch, Imma fuckin gator
Getting to this bag, ain't nothin major
Got her lickin on the D, yeah she like that shit
Got her chokin on her knees, don't pipe the bitch
Got the new whip, no keys and shit
I don't really ask, I don't really needa bitch
(Needa bitch)
(Call up my shoota and he make the hit)
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Writer(s): Ruben Campuzano
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