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Bussdown

 

Bussdown

(альбом: Red Paint Reverend - 2020)


(Goddamnit, Dupri)

I just bust down my Rollie, ho, we ain't on the same time
Money talk, baby, we ain't on the same line
All these pointers in my wrist, I can change time
You can see it in my face that it's game time
You say you with it, nigga, step then, ayy
You ain't getting right, you getting left then
We don't know you, boy, shit, you gotta check in, ayy, ayy
Riding with them Glocks and them FN's

Ayy, when I was twelve, I went to jail, I still ain't never made no statement, bitch
I'm Kony Korver with this weapon, who you playing with?
Bust down my neck, so you can't see me when I take a pic
So much money, get away with giving lazy dick
Popped too many niggas with that same nine, I'm on it, yeah
Yeek from Arizona, shot that bitch in California (Yeah)
Blizzard on my neck the reason why she got pneumonia
Check the pointers, bust that.38 and leave you on the corner
What I'm doin'? Gripping tools, you try, I'll see you on the news
I play it bool 'cause I'm a Blood but I'ma give that boy the blues (Woop)
Young nigga tryna stack more money than a Jew
I'm only cherrypicking shots because I know who I'ma shoot, gang

I just bust down my Rollie, ho, we ain't on the same time
Money talk, baby, we ain't on the same line
All these pointers in my wrist, I can change time
You can see it in my face that it's game time
You say you with it, nigga, step then, ayy
You ain't getting right, you getting left then
We don't know you, boy, shit, you gotta check in, ayy, ayy
Riding with them Glocks and them FN's

Had to get myself up out of shit because I know how to move
Lately, all I do is win, I don't know how to lose
Either the Bentley or the Benz, I don't know how to choose
I'm the hottest nigga out, I don't know how to cool
Yeah, that big facts, thumbing through them big racks (Yeah)
Let that chopper spit on a bitch, Draco got a kickback (Yeah)
Fuck around and get your shit snatched
You be squeaking like a mouse, you a big rat (Yeah), ayy
All that telling that you doing (All that telling that you doin'), nigga
I hope you got insurance (I hope you got insurance)
'Cause them niggas on your ass, we ain't going for it (We ain't going for that shit)
I was down on my last, fourth and ten, I was going for it, shit

I just bust down my Rollie, ho, we ain't on the same time
Money talk, baby, we ain't on the same line
All these pointers in my wrist, I can change time
You can see it in my face that it's game time
You say you with it, nigga, step then, ayy
You ain't getting right, you getting left then
We don't know you, boy, shit, you gotta check in, ayy, ayy (Chang)
Riding with them Glocks and them FN's (Hear ye, hear ye)

I just bust down my Patek, don't panic
When she see me, know it's going down, Titanic
She a demon on that dick, but she was just in church with granny
I had let her get on top to ride, she still ain't understand it
Ayy, what you doing, Chang?
Checking traps, strapped, riding 'round with my tool
Big 40, I'll give a nigga the blues
I bet I can knock a bitch in and out a Prada 'fit
I'm a sixteen, my granny and my mama was some pimps
That's on my daddy, he a cook, but I ain't take the route
I was on the block pissing, I got paper now
Murder, murder, kill, kill, go'n lay 'em out
If you like living, keep my name out your fucking mouth

I just bust down my Rollie, ho, we ain't on the same time
Money talk, baby, we ain't on the same line
All these pointers in my wrist, I can change time
You can see it in my face that it's game time
You say you with it, nigga, step then, ayy
You ain't getting right, you getting left then
We don't know you, boy, shit, you gotta check in, ayy, ayy (Chang)
Riding with them Glocks and them FN's (Hear ye, hear ye)

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