Bobby Brooks, JELEEL! - Bust Down Lyrics

Making my move on the back street
Pockets on swole they fattening
That head so good might trap me
I’m runnin my shit like a track meet
I’m on my way I’m on now
business moves come back round
Off the back end we get down
Do another show that’s a bust down
All in my way why you all in my face
Flights outta state get a bag an I skate
Left my old bae now I gotta new bae
You know who I am I ain’t gotta explain
Never felt love then I put her on game
way that I stoke got her going insane insane
Solo on dolo I’m rockin my tip
A bag for the fit then I’m baggin your bitch
Calling my plays you know ima shine
Man she asking for all of my time
Put her on schedule then back to the grind
Pussy is cool but that money look fine
2 phones an a beeper this nigga must trap
Moving so much you can track me on maps
Swear I’m just hungry my nigga yeah that
This money don’t sleep what the fuck is a nap
Baby throw ass ima catch it an smack
In love for the night then I’m tossing it back
Out in the hills finna thumb through a stack
Out in the hills got us doing all that
Making my move on the back street
Pockets on swole they fattening
That head so good might trap me
I’m runnin my shit like a track meet
I’m on my way I’m on now
business moves come back round
Off the back end we get down
Do another show that’s a bust down
Jeleel yeah yeah
Rat tat tat, tears back, that’s a clap back
Oh shit, oh no, yeah I did that
Smashed that, Fashion Nova on her back,
Ass fat
Ah shit, Ah yeah, yeah I did that
Riding I don’t got the time to be fighting
Whining why the fuck you crying on my line bitch
Slide in, you can feel the force like it’s lightning
Flying, me and Bobby Brooks we be rising
Making my move on the back street
Pockets on swole they fattening
That head so good might trap me
I’m runnin my shit like a track meet
I’m on my way I’m on now
business moves come back round
Off the back end we get down
Do another show that’s a bust down
(Get it ok)

Making my move on the back street
Pockets on swole they fattening
That head so good might trap me
I’m runnin my shit like a track meet
I’m on my way I’m on now
business moves come back round
Off the back end we get down
Do another show that’s a bust down
All in my way why you all in my face
Flights outta state get a bag an I skate
Left my old bae now I gotta new bae
You know who I am I ain’t gotta explain
Never felt love then I put her on game
way that I stoke got her going insane insane
Solo on dolo I’m rockin my tip
A bag for the fit then I’m baggin your bitch
Calling my plays you know ima shine
Man she asking for all of my time
Put her on schedule then back to the grind
Pussy is cool but that money look fine
2 phones an a beeper this nigga must trap
Moving so much you can track me on maps
Swear I’m just hungry my nigga yeah that
This money don’t sleep what the fuck is a nap
Baby throw ass ima catch it an smack
In love for the night then I’m tossing it back
Out in the hills finna thumb through a stack
Out in the hills got us doing all that
Making my move on the back street
Pockets on swole they fattening
That head so good might trap me
I’m runnin my shit like a track meet
I’m on my way I’m on now
business moves come back round
Off the back end we get down
Do another show that’s a bust down
Jeleel yeah yeah
Rat tat tat, tears back, that’s a clap back
Oh shit, oh no, yeah I did that
Smashed that, Fashion Nova on her back,
Ass fat
Ah shit, Ah yeah, yeah I did that
Riding I don’t got the time to be fighting
Whining why the fuck you crying on my line bitch
Slide in, you can feel the force like it’s lightning
Flying, me and Bobby Brooks we be rising
Making my move on the back street
Pockets on swole they fattening
That head so good might trap me
I’m runnin my shit like a track meet
I’m on my way I’m on now
business moves come back round
Off the back end we get down
Do another show that’s a bust down
(Get it ok)