Buss It

I just took a left wrist and I bust it
I just took a new bitch and I bust it
Ayy, can’t none of these bitches be trusted
They put the croc on the Diors

I used to sleep on the floor
Fuck the awards
Just give the millions that come with it
We goin' Scotty tonight
Then I’m done with it
I high speed the AP all the way to Dodee

Why the fuck she ain’t
Been textin' me lately?
I’m thinkin' she done with me
Had to murder one suspect
Still on the run with me
No cap, this trap shit call me
Ayy, I let one of these
Hoes hit thе double tree
I got two different rooms at thе Lowes
Ayy, I kill the bitch if she try trappin'
Ain’t from the trenches
Imprint on my clothes
I got rich out the bowls
And my records done sold
And I put a new neck on
That bitch 'cause I’m cold
And I went got the bricks ice out the AP
And you know it’s that scammer shit
Bitch, we bankin' with back do'
Kick it in, we came in through the back do'
Get the M’s just to help out the black folk
And my brother BP though
Handle no milk 'cause he lactose
I let that Mac go
I rather drip with some 'fore I’m
Caught fuckin' with that hoe
You is not, look it, I’m gone, again
Go in and out through the back do'

And we stay strapped like the taksfroce
Just bought a big house but
I’m at the penthouse
I treat the townhouse like a bando
Board the G5, I’m in Cabo with models
This trip probably cost me a 'Lambo
He talk on the net, then we wait like a year
Then we whack the lil' boy like Soprano
Don’t play with me, play the piano
I been in the war, don’t go back and forth
If it’s up, then it’s stuck, nigga
Stand on it
This ain’t nothin' new, I done seen it before
And that boy got a whole lotta cap on it
Bet this lil hoe wanna love me
I pull out my dick, when I did it
She sat on it i made a vow to my dogs
That we always get rich
And my nigga can bet on it

I was brought up to go get it
They know Rudy gang handle the business
Yeah, we straight out the
Trunk with them blickys
I was sure, ain’t nobody listen
I was blowin' them hundreds and fifties
Break the counter, we count up the digit's
Went and copped my first watch, it was pissy
And I came from the south of the city
Zip yo' mouth, get closed, nigga
White paint on my hoes, nigga
Say slime, play yo' role, nigga
No heart, yeah, it’s froze, nigga

I used to sleep on the floor
Fuck the awards
Just give the millions that come with it
We goin' Scotty tonight
Then I’m done with it
I high speed the AP all the way to Dodee

I just took a left wrist and I bust it
I just took a new bitch and I bust it
Ayy, can’t none of these bitches be trusted
They put the croc on the Diors

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