Bust
She gon' bust it, shit went rustic
She done touch it, know you love it
But there's something
She gon' bust it, shit went rustic
Yeah
Got her numb, so my wrist, she jump like a rabbit
Know I'm breaking down flips, eat me like a savage
Got them Kylie Jen' hips, my side piece the baddest
Workin' five to nine shifts, working on this status
She think her face needs lift, wet me like a baptist
At the red carpet, know you wanna fuck
But I hit that out the lick, Tonka on my truck
Put that straight inside her ribs, put that on her tongue
She gon' bust it, shit went rustic
She done touch it, know you love it
But there's something
She gon' bust it, shit went rustic
Take it out and let it leap, I got that vinyl on the heat
I'm on the block with a dime piece, I worked hard to make that cheese
Made you blind before you reach (oh, yeah)
Love it when I need it, lay you down, I beat it
Happy-cry, she weepin'
Put her ass to sleep in
In GATT's we trust, don't trust
To strike, to bust and bust
This ghetto cannot be touched
On my back, this might take up
In GATT's we trust, don't trust
To strike, to bust and bust
This ghetto cannot be touched
On my back, this might take up
She done touch it, know you love it
But there's something
She gon' bust it, shit went rustic
Yeah
Got her numb, so my wrist, she jump like a rabbit
Know I'm breaking down flips, eat me like a savage
Got them Kylie Jen' hips, my side piece the baddest
Workin' five to nine shifts, working on this status
She think her face needs lift, wet me like a baptist
At the red carpet, know you wanna fuck
But I hit that out the lick, Tonka on my truck
Put that straight inside her ribs, put that on her tongue
She gon' bust it, shit went rustic
She done touch it, know you love it
But there's something
She gon' bust it, shit went rustic
Take it out and let it leap, I got that vinyl on the heat
I'm on the block with a dime piece, I worked hard to make that cheese
Made you blind before you reach (oh, yeah)
Love it when I need it, lay you down, I beat it
Happy-cry, she weepin'
Put her ass to sleep in
In GATT's we trust, don't trust
To strike, to bust and bust
This ghetto cannot be touched
On my back, this might take up
In GATT's we trust, don't trust
To strike, to bust and bust
This ghetto cannot be touched
On my back, this might take up
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Writer(s): Kai Cordel Barley
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