MoneyBagg Yo - Buss Down
Overige artiesten: Young Thug

I don't know what kinda shit I'm on right now
Yeah, I got my nigga Zach with me, you know what I'm saying? Right now
Yeah
(ATL Jacob) One time I had a show, got damn
I was late, that nigga let me get his jet
You know what I'm saying, real boss shit, rich nigga shit
You know what I'm saying?

I Patek that, 100 on a bust down (bust down)
You ain't gang, set, nigga stay the fuck from 'round (slatt)
Baby graduated (how?)
She gave me cap and gown (cap and gown)
It was fye, fye (what that mean?)
That mean she busted down (ugh)
Murder, murder ain't a issue, I got hitters behind me (hitters)
I just skrrt, skrrt off the lot and ain't nobody co-sign it (gone)
I just did a couple drugs, now I'm sitting next to the pilot
Still might catch me in the trenches with that sack like a lineman

Niggas stressed, bitches pressed
I'm a major factor
Coming through with that juice, drippin' kiwi Snapple (spill)
Out with the old, in with the new
I'm replacing rappers (bye bye)
Liar, liar, pants on fire
You a big ol' capper (no cap)
She wanna fuck all night
Give her that bust down pipe (ugh)
I pour a four at least (then)
Name it a bust down Sprite (lingo)
Your ice don't stand up (nope)
It wasn't bust down right (nope)
Iced out Jesus piece, I even bust down Christ
Ain't wore the AP in so long, I barely recognize it
Can't tell the time, you blinded
I'm with Slatt, we sliming (slime)
My lil' niggas them go live, live
Jimmy Fallon (litty)
Tote big racks, them big facts
You niggas minimizing (mini)


I Patek that, 100 on a bust down (bust down)
You ain't gang, set, nigga stay the fuck from 'round (slatt)
Baby graduated (how?)
She gave me cap and gown (cap and gown)
It was fye, fye (what that mean?)
That mean she busted down (ugh)
Murder, murder ain't no issue, I got hitters behind me (hitters)
I just skrrt, skrrt off the lot and ain't nobody co-sign it (gone)
I just did a couple drugs, now I'm sitting next to the pilot
Still might catch me in the trenches with that sack like a lineman (sacks)

I put Chanel runners, on her tippy toes
I went Lil' Baby on her, except the figure four (ain't doing no nelson)
When birds were 40 racks, I was charging 20 a piece
Yeah, yeah, I had buck, like I'm from Tennessee
I drink a certain quart, then I go Billie Jean
She Jimmy Choo cheese, that was my deadly
I got a cooling system, but my diamonds buzzing mean
Seven bitches with me now, you can call me Kaepernick
I got that chewie Choo shoe, they sellin' grey gear
I got my new, new, new, you see my Patek here
I get fed up and don't fuck nu'n but my races, yeah
Lotta 3's like Miller with the Pacers, yeah

I Patek that, 100 on a bust down
You ain't gang, set, nigga stay the fuck from 'round (slatt)
Baby graduated (how?)
She gave me cap and gown (cap and gown)
It was fye, fye (what that mean?)
That mean she busted down (ugh)
Murder, murder ain't no issue, I got hitters behind me (hitters)
I just skrrt, skrrt off the lot and ain't nobody co-sign it (gone)
I just did a couple drugs, now I'm sitting next to the pilot
Still might catch me in the trenches with that sack like a lineman (sack on me)

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