BUSSIN'

Devy, pick up the phone
I cannot trust no bitch, know she up to something
Call up my youngin they buss for nothing
I cannot go out like you, gotta keep these racks on coming
I don't know what you used to but I don't want discussion
I call up my shooters to shoot, I ain't get them guns for nothing
Got hundreds of 100 round drums, I'm bussin'

Tryna drop a lil top off the wraith for cousin
She wanna go on a date, she bugging
He ain't know I had a K, I tuck it
Got a bad bitch like Kim K I'm fucking
I be balling like the NBA I'm dunking
She calling my phone everyday, I'm ducking her
Cus I do not wanna fuck with her
That bitch know I got guns and drugs alert
That boy try to run, he on a shirt
All these niggas my sons, I did this shit first
I got dope in my lungs, I'm popping a perc
She wanna go on a ride (she wanna go on a ride)
Hit that lil boy with that fye (hit that lil boy with that fye)

I cannot trust no bitch, know she up to something
Call up my youngin they buss for nothing
I cannot go out like you, gotta keep these racks on coming
I don't know what you used to but I don't want discussion
I call up my shooters to shoot, I ain't get them guns for nothing
Got hundreds of 100 round drums, I'm bussin'
Call up my youngin they buss for nothing
I cannot go out like you, gotta keep these racks on coming
I don't know what you used to but I don't want discussion
I call up my shooters to shoot, I ain't get them guns for nothing
Got hundreds of 100 round drums, I'm bussin'



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Writer(s): Devaughn Jackson
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