Bussdown
Aye let me talk to these niggas
I'm finna tell y'all sum
Aye
Aye, what
Aye yuh, Aye, Aye yuh
Bussdown
VVS out (Yuh)
You not the nigga you talk about (Yuh, yuh)
Wet the block up drippin' sauce, they thought it was a steak out
Where you at
Yeah I'm with my slime and he say slatt
Thing on me, I cannot lack
It comes to hoes, I don't subtract
Man I swear to me I can't be stopped, I'm always on go (I'm always on go)
And I see lil shawty kinda thotty so I took the throat (Yeah)
It only take a glance and she shoot her shot quick scope (Ka-chow)
He tryna rock crystals so I gotta grip the pistol (Let's go)
Said he want some smoke so I'm dishing out elbows (B-B-B-Bow)
Walk in through the back door then I climbin' through the window (Bow)
Her mans stepped on the Gucci sneaks, now she is a widow (Eh)
Say she what I'm looking for, but girl I already know (I know)
Got her to the crib and now she bouncing on her toes (Bussdown)
Now put on yo clothes and yes, you may use the front door (You bussdown)
Bussdown
VVS out
You not the nigga you talk about (Yeah, yeah)
Wet the block up dripping sauce, they thought it was steak out
Where you at
Yeah I'm with my slime and he say slatt (Bleh, bleh)
Thing on me, I cannot lack
It comes to hoes, I don't subtract
First time that I scammed a nigga wasn't panickin' (Aye)
How it could be drip, if it was on the mannequin
I know I love the guap because I got a bag again (And then I)
And then I got bag again (And then I)
And then I got a bag again (Huh, okay, yuh)
If he try to test my gangster they gon bag yo friend (Bag 'em up)
My glock I call it Aries 'cause the bullets rammin' him (Bow, bow, bow)
They say I'm shinin' way too bright, they want my light to dim
I'm just off the speed
Race, I started in the lead (Uh, okay)
Might just sing, like Lil Keed (Uh, yuh, yuh)
In her water, like the sea (Yeah, yeah)
Ball out like I'm CP3
Patek the diamonds, they hit pink (Aye)
Bussdown
VVS out
You not the nigga you talk about (Huh)
Wet the block up drippin' sauce, they thought it was steak out (Yeah, yeah)
Where you at
Yeah I'm with my slime and he say slatt (Yeah, yeah)
Thing on me, I cannot lack (Yeah)
It comes to hoes, they don't subtract (Yeah, yeah)
I'm finna tell y'all sum
Aye
Aye, what
Aye yuh, Aye, Aye yuh
Bussdown
VVS out (Yuh)
You not the nigga you talk about (Yuh, yuh)
Wet the block up drippin' sauce, they thought it was a steak out
Where you at
Yeah I'm with my slime and he say slatt
Thing on me, I cannot lack
It comes to hoes, I don't subtract
Man I swear to me I can't be stopped, I'm always on go (I'm always on go)
And I see lil shawty kinda thotty so I took the throat (Yeah)
It only take a glance and she shoot her shot quick scope (Ka-chow)
He tryna rock crystals so I gotta grip the pistol (Let's go)
Said he want some smoke so I'm dishing out elbows (B-B-B-Bow)
Walk in through the back door then I climbin' through the window (Bow)
Her mans stepped on the Gucci sneaks, now she is a widow (Eh)
Say she what I'm looking for, but girl I already know (I know)
Got her to the crib and now she bouncing on her toes (Bussdown)
Now put on yo clothes and yes, you may use the front door (You bussdown)
Bussdown
VVS out
You not the nigga you talk about (Yeah, yeah)
Wet the block up dripping sauce, they thought it was steak out
Where you at
Yeah I'm with my slime and he say slatt (Bleh, bleh)
Thing on me, I cannot lack
It comes to hoes, I don't subtract
First time that I scammed a nigga wasn't panickin' (Aye)
How it could be drip, if it was on the mannequin
I know I love the guap because I got a bag again (And then I)
And then I got bag again (And then I)
And then I got a bag again (Huh, okay, yuh)
If he try to test my gangster they gon bag yo friend (Bag 'em up)
My glock I call it Aries 'cause the bullets rammin' him (Bow, bow, bow)
They say I'm shinin' way too bright, they want my light to dim
I'm just off the speed
Race, I started in the lead (Uh, okay)
Might just sing, like Lil Keed (Uh, yuh, yuh)
In her water, like the sea (Yeah, yeah)
Ball out like I'm CP3
Patek the diamonds, they hit pink (Aye)
Bussdown
VVS out
You not the nigga you talk about (Huh)
Wet the block up drippin' sauce, they thought it was steak out (Yeah, yeah)
Where you at
Yeah I'm with my slime and he say slatt (Yeah, yeah)
Thing on me, I cannot lack (Yeah)
It comes to hoes, they don't subtract (Yeah, yeah)
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Writer(s): Elijah Tarpeh
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