Let It Bust

He caught a blade to the face
I put that bitch back in his place
Run up a check fore' you get in my face
Pulling that mask down, ain't catching a case
Bitch, twelve shots to his head when I put him in the dust
Twelve shots to his face, had him biting on the rust
Hang the forty out the window of the Danny, let it bust
Thirty-ounce mixing up, this ain't no liquor in my cup

He caught a blade to the face
I put that bitch back in his place
Run up a check fore' you get in my face
Pulling that mask down, ain't catching a case
Bitch, twelve shots to his head when I put him in the dust
Twelve shots to his face, had him biting on the rust
Hang the forty out the window of the Danny, let it bust
Thirty-ounce mixing up, this ain't no liquor in my cup



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Writer(s): Garet Cook
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