b*tch Im Bussin lyrics

[Intro]
(Hehe, clip the mic, hehe)
Got a big head, this motherf*cker, cause I think a lot
Let me move all this money
Be kicking all that money around, ya feel me?
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
Now the liquor got me twisted, uh
.45, pop shot, yeah, lift you up
On a Richter scale, n*gga, never
Never been off basic
Earthquake all day
Pull the strap like Matrix
Now you looking all scared
Cause you live off ace
Move into a group home
Bum off placement
Ridin' better
I don't know who's shamin'
f*ck a dollar, man, n*gga
Man, give me your chain
Just for your necklace, b*tch
I'll leave you brainless
Now the cops say
All dope dealers is anus
Black man
Live off pain
And you gotta dodge bullets
Ain't no PE training
Tell all my haters
You can kiss my anus
n*ggas ro—
I roast beef like Angus
Daddy had a whole car
He made me, pavement
Never sh—
Lord pus*y, the dog mouth
The splash kush know
Not to come in the dog's house
n*ggas watching Birdman
The long route
Stay that sh—
Tooken the long route
I stopped playing with that sh—
My song's out
Now I gotta catch the hook, n*gga, like bus pass
Plus I'm in the f*ck class
Living life, man, you can't hold me down
I just want to spread love
'Cause I make mistakes
I can't lie to the people and look in your face
My heart too real 'cause my blood is pumpin'
Feeling kinda itchy, finna dump somethin'
Real talk, man, I keep it lit b*tch, I'm ready, it's nothin'
Lil B, I been ready for somethin'
I been ready cause I'm outchea, outchea, thuggin'
Hustlin', bussin', bussin', bussin'
Ba-ba-ba, ha, bussin'
Chwp chwp chwp
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b*tch I'm bussin'
Ba-ba-ba
Chwp chwp chwp
b*tch I'm bussin'
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b*tch I'm bussin'
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b*tch I'm bussin'