Bussin'
See I gotta bust on the beat (Bussin)
I be number 1 in all of my class ain't nobody fucking with me (Gianni)
See I gotta run, they all on my ass I think that it must be the cheese (Dumb Bitch)
I be spitta, so I get the bag let me count my money in peace (Cha Ching)
Yo I gotta run up a milli don't think that I'm silly don't run up on me
You know my head sharp like a pencil
My body go dumb every time I'm coming in
So I gotta go hard on the intro
I be going kaioken and I go times ten yeah my head space large like a temple
My ex bitch bad like a syndrome
In da boof go mad go mental
Cause I gotta get the cash, essential
I'm sorry if I sound pricey really don't care if you don't like me
But I gotta get a check like Nike and my bitch so bad she icey
Everyone know me cause of of white tee and my flow so cold like iced tea
Full slatt, flow so slimey, turn up, yuh
I'm sorry if I went triplet I swear that I can spit sicker shit
Me and the boys we the jungle we running we don't spittin the mumbling
Go for the jugular all of these rappers be tumbling
Fumbling, you know we rumbling just like Bronx
Don't fuck with me you be ugly I swear that bitch she in love in me
I gotta go but she lovely ou
You know we hop in the boof then we got off in the coupe
Then we go coppin' some shoes then we go pop in pool
I should be stopping these fools but I be rocking the news
And I be locking the rues and we be dropping the rules
You think you're talking is cool, I just keep walkin' in loot turn up
See I gotta bust on the beat (Bussin)
I be number 1 in all of my class ain't nobody fucking with me (Gianni)
See I gotta run, they all on my ass I think that it must be the cheese (Dumb Bitch)
I be spitta, so I get the bag let me count my money in peace (Cha Ching)
Yo I gotta run up a milli don't think that I'm silly don't run up on me
You run up on me and you're done
You know I be bussin ain't talking Kadamba but she finna ride me for fun
Go head check my spoty that's why they all naughty
These bitches they want number one
But maybe I'm playing with two
She hit me up say "what it do?"
I said take it off perk it up baby and then maybe send me some
Throw it up, stepping on the scene then I blow it up
Starting the machine then I mow it up
Motherfuckers getting whacked,they ain't grow enough
I'm a Shogun, Gurimusukuru call me flowgun
Motherfuckers they be talking like they know sum
Imma kill all these bitches don't need no gun
Damn son, call me Jackson cause I be sliding that's facts son
Burnt some bitches ye they ass done they want my head no cap son
New bitch badder than the last one, I be grinding so the cash come
Ain't from the west but I'm a fast gun, ain't never dying cause
I got the will to do this like I'm Joyner Lucas and the wilted who diss I destroy like Judus
Ain't a man of God but preach on a few hits
And she take it off ain't no beach, she nudist
Man all my shots going through your armour and I spit my piece like I'm Dalai Lama
I ain't Bruce banner but I got the gamma
We both kill bitches I just use grammar
See I gotta bust on the beat (Bussin)
I be number 1 in all of my class ain't nobody fucking with me (Gianni)
See I gotta run, they all on my ass I think that it must be the cheese (Dumb Bitch)
I be spitta, so I get the bag let me count my money in peace (Cha Ching)
Yo I gotta run up a milli don't think that I'm silly don't run up on me
I be number 1 in all of my class ain't nobody fucking with me (Gianni)
See I gotta run, they all on my ass I think that it must be the cheese (Dumb Bitch)
I be spitta, so I get the bag let me count my money in peace (Cha Ching)
Yo I gotta run up a milli don't think that I'm silly don't run up on me
You know my head sharp like a pencil
My body go dumb every time I'm coming in
So I gotta go hard on the intro
I be going kaioken and I go times ten yeah my head space large like a temple
My ex bitch bad like a syndrome
In da boof go mad go mental
Cause I gotta get the cash, essential
I'm sorry if I sound pricey really don't care if you don't like me
But I gotta get a check like Nike and my bitch so bad she icey
Everyone know me cause of of white tee and my flow so cold like iced tea
Full slatt, flow so slimey, turn up, yuh
I'm sorry if I went triplet I swear that I can spit sicker shit
Me and the boys we the jungle we running we don't spittin the mumbling
Go for the jugular all of these rappers be tumbling
Fumbling, you know we rumbling just like Bronx
Don't fuck with me you be ugly I swear that bitch she in love in me
I gotta go but she lovely ou
You know we hop in the boof then we got off in the coupe
Then we go coppin' some shoes then we go pop in pool
I should be stopping these fools but I be rocking the news
And I be locking the rues and we be dropping the rules
You think you're talking is cool, I just keep walkin' in loot turn up
See I gotta bust on the beat (Bussin)
I be number 1 in all of my class ain't nobody fucking with me (Gianni)
See I gotta run, they all on my ass I think that it must be the cheese (Dumb Bitch)
I be spitta, so I get the bag let me count my money in peace (Cha Ching)
Yo I gotta run up a milli don't think that I'm silly don't run up on me
You run up on me and you're done
You know I be bussin ain't talking Kadamba but she finna ride me for fun
Go head check my spoty that's why they all naughty
These bitches they want number one
But maybe I'm playing with two
She hit me up say "what it do?"
I said take it off perk it up baby and then maybe send me some
Throw it up, stepping on the scene then I blow it up
Starting the machine then I mow it up
Motherfuckers getting whacked,they ain't grow enough
I'm a Shogun, Gurimusukuru call me flowgun
Motherfuckers they be talking like they know sum
Imma kill all these bitches don't need no gun
Damn son, call me Jackson cause I be sliding that's facts son
Burnt some bitches ye they ass done they want my head no cap son
New bitch badder than the last one, I be grinding so the cash come
Ain't from the west but I'm a fast gun, ain't never dying cause
I got the will to do this like I'm Joyner Lucas and the wilted who diss I destroy like Judus
Ain't a man of God but preach on a few hits
And she take it off ain't no beach, she nudist
Man all my shots going through your armour and I spit my piece like I'm Dalai Lama
I ain't Bruce banner but I got the gamma
We both kill bitches I just use grammar
See I gotta bust on the beat (Bussin)
I be number 1 in all of my class ain't nobody fucking with me (Gianni)
See I gotta run, they all on my ass I think that it must be the cheese (Dumb Bitch)
I be spitta, so I get the bag let me count my money in peace (Cha Ching)
Yo I gotta run up a milli don't think that I'm silly don't run up on me
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Siqueira
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