Buss It lyrics

by

Southside



[Intro]
(808 Mafia)

[Verse 1 DCG Shun]
(Uh) (Uhuh)
Fire this b*tch right off da rip
Ya homie nem died you still ain't do sh*t (Uh)
Don't make me hop out da whip
I caught his ass walking and gave him a Lyft (Yea, Take this ride)
40 Glock on me right under da drip(40)
I rap but shoot like I play for da Knicks (Shoot 2x)
n*ggas be dangling shopping for kicks
Got hit in ya sh*t getting fresh for a b*tch (Fire 2x)

[Hook DCG Bsavv]
You got a gun, buss it (Uh)
We still outside, Thugging (Uh)
He gotta hide, f*ck it (Uh)
We still a cause, ruckus (Uh)
Shoot out da whip, bugging (Uh)
b*tches be calling me husband (Uh)
We packing up sh*t, luggage (Uh)
We a shoot up where you clubbing

[Verse 2 DCG Bsavv]
You know we can't f*ck wit da lights on
Got on my jam we could f*ck wit da ice on
I hate da opps who be saying they psycho
Shoot up dis b*tch never know how da night go
They know I'm still rolling wit white folks
He got da plugs for sеlling da right dope
I swing da Drake like it's practicing high notеs
Long live da guys tell 'em rest up Black Glo
You know I'm still watching da back door
Tripping and sh*t damn near blew at my shadow
You in da raq getting mice with a rapper
These b*tches be lying they should be a actor
It get cold in da raq so I bought me a Mac
Don't pass him dat gun he look like he average
4 door coop I ain't riding wit a passenger
Live of da 4s we turned out savage (Uh)
[Hook DCG Bsavv]
You got a gun, buss it (Uh)
We still outside, Thugging (Uh)
He gotta hide, f*ck it (Uh)
We still a cause, ruckus (Uh)
Shoot out da whip, bugging (Uh)
b*tches be calling me husband (Uh)
We packing up sh*t, luggage (Uh)
We a shoot up where you clubbing

[Verse 3 DCG Shun]
Aye, I never told you to tell dat
I really scam like Omni Da Hellcat (Uh)
Buy you a brick and smell dat
Never go back to da sh*t dat got held back
Say you was broke , my n*gga prevail dat (Yeah)
A killer wit brains don't go where da jail at
b*tch I got a bag I'm signing a nail tech(I do)
You gone get paid where ever my nails at
(Look b*tch, Uh)
I just told sizzle to send dat
I need motivation so bring out da Maybach
D.Y. Be tripping like bro you gone make dat
Brodie was right so I couldn't even say sh*t (You right tho)
Put me on da top of da A list
I really get fresh in most of da latest (I'm fresh)
I'm tryna balance and put up my savings
I'm not begging for money in none of my prayers (Aye Look)
I really grew up around players (I did)
Walking on sh*t treat sh*t like stairs (Walking 2x)
Kick it wit n*ggas b*tch I ain't da bears (Goofy 2x)
I knew da was f*cking just look at da shares (Look)
n*ggas be lame for sells (I hate em)
n*ggas be goofy they lame as hell (b*tch)
I knew back in school this n*gga a tell (And)
I know some people that though I would fail (Ok)
[Hook DCG Bsavv]
You got a gun, buss it (Uh)
We still outside, Thugging (Uh)
He gotta hide, f*ck it (Uh)
We still a cause, ruckus (Uh)
Shoot out da whip, bugging (Uh)
b*tches be calling me husband (Uh)
We packing up sh*t, luggage (Uh)
We a shoot up where you clubbing
You got a gun, buss it (Uh)
We still outside, Thugging (Uh)
He gotta hide, f*ck it (Uh)
We still a cause, ruckus (Uh)
Shoot out da whip, bugging (Uh)
b*tches be calling me husband (Uh)
We packing up sh*t, luggage (Uh)
We a shoot up where you clubbing
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