Buss Em 4 Points lyrics

by

Lil B


[Intro]
Mmm, I'm feeling this sh*t in my soul, shouts out to everbody that's riding the train right now
Yeah I see you I know, We riding through the eastcoast man we love it
Everybody riding that BART... on AC Transit... you feel me, yeah, mmm
You already know who it is. Aye who y'all really want? Yeah, I say who the f*ck want, if you want Lil B, throw your hands up!

[Verse 1: Lil B]
It's Lil n*gga, man
He put's the flows he's hanging
And I don't gotta have a scraper
Pushing doves and candy
n*ggas call me candy man how I mugged they family
Then you pray for them, some help, n*ggas derranged
Motherf*ckers know game recognize game
Me and all my partners recognize game
You paying to have your brain saved
n*gga we been only slaves
sh*t, f*ck n*ggas I bash 'em
Make sure they in caskets
Burns n*ggas burn badges
All I'm leaving is ashes
Paper like gaskets
n*ggas know, how I flow, like water
Have em bark like kobe
f*ck a b*tch like Kobe
Rolling purple in the swishers
n*ggas know I'm a beast
I'm lonely, dismiss you
Your homie, automatic Glock nine's my homie
Roaming in the streets cause I'm lonely
[Interlude]
That's some real sh*t, Once again I be going over n*ggas heads
You feel me, They call this that higher echelon of that rap, that higher, uhhh
That next level

[Verse 2: Lil B]
Getting money I'm hungry
b*tch I eat a n*gga face
See the blood now I'm running
Like a car now I'm running
Like a star now I'm shining
n*ggas see my grill, reverse fangs, blue diamonds
Got game, pull diamonds
Nothing less than a dimepiece
Plus I got a quarter piece
In my pocket for sale
Well, shh, I got on bail
And I'm holding your mail
b*tch I'm slanging yo rocks
Taking over your block
Coming over your spot
Was the spots that you hide
Got 'em hotter than pot
Plus I cook, crack the pots
Order psst in the box
n*ggas soda bake n*ggas
Call 'em them chickens
Them motherf*ckers ain't listen
Man you know I ain't listen
Man them n*ggas will shine
And go harder than your glisten
And I advise you b*tch n*ggas to listen
Got a problem with piston
Can't hold your own gun
Why you n*ggas missing
Man, you missing, man
Mischievious thoughts abouts snitches
Separate us now we back in a division
Got eye contact now we on our mission
Man, got 4 ounces making domino points my n*ggas
Huh, He will follow the point
And he know I hold hollows that point
Going through the skin, muscles, and joints
Gotta hustle for coins
Ain't never free gang, man
I gotta buss 'em 4 points
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