Baby Buss It
Lyrics
(Goodnight Darkboy)
(It's Donn Robb)
Buss it open, baby, buss it (yeah)
Pull out that stick and start runnin' (uh)
Nigga's back door for that money (yeah)
Got a AK like I'm Russian (uh)
She on a Percocet bussin'
I mix that Wockhardt with Tussin
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin
Buss it open, baby, buss it
I play with that money a lot
My whip a whole lotta guap (yeah)
I'm still outside when it's hot
Play with this and I'ma pop
Niggas phony, niggas flop
That's okay, now I'm fuckin' yo' bitch
Got a whole lotta money and shit
I be stackin' my money like Mitch
Whole lotta hoes I could fuck 'em all
I'm boujee don't shop at the mall
They preyin', they want me to fall
Not worried about them at all
I'm in the trap playin' wit' raw (hey)
Run off I'm breakin' ya jaw (hey)
New money I'm fuckin' it off
I'm poured up, I'm higher than God
They cap, they all a façade
You know you can't fuck with the mob
I'm trappin' I don't got a job
I'm slidin' just me and my Glock
They waitin' they want me to drop
I'm climbin' my way to the top
I'ma just sit back and pop
Whole lotta money don't know how to spend
Buss it open, baby, buss it (yeah)
Pull out that stick and start runnin' (uh)
Nigga's back door for that money (yeah)
Got a AK like I'm Russian (uh)
She on a Percocet bussin'
I mix that Wockhardt with Tussin
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Buss it open, baby, buss it
I play with that money a lot
My whip a whole lotta guap (yeah)
I'm still outside when it's hot
Play with this and I'ma pop
Niggas phony, niggas flop
That's okay, now I'm fuckin' yo' bitch
Got a whole lotta money and shit
I be stackin' my money like Mitch
Buss it open
I wanna know if that pussy workin'
She gon' suck dick for a brand new Birkin
Spot so hot but I'm servin'
Ridin with ayy, the shit got me nervous (grrah)
I po' out the pint but ain't nobody perfect
Bitch, we only fuck if you worth it
Double cup, baby in love with that Perc
Slide in that drop top, ride in the 'vert
Don't give a fuck, hit 'em where it hurt
Bitch, I'm too geeked, I pop me a Perc' (yeah)
Whip out blue hunnids yo' bitch wanna twerk
I poured a three in a one liter
I gotta flex I came out the struggle (yeah)
My killers gone kill of the muscle (yeah)
That dog barkin', fuck a muzzle
Connected to shit like a puzzle
Buss it open, baby, buss it (yeah)
Pull out that stick and start runnin' (uh)
Nigga's back door for that money (yeah)
Got a AK like I'm Russian (uh)
She on a Percocet bussin'
I mix that Wockhardt with Tussin
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Buss it open, baby, buss it
I play with that money a lot
My whip a whole lotta guap (yeah)
I'm still outside when it's hot
Play with this and I'ma pop
Niggas phony, niggas flop
That's okay, now I'm fuckin' yo' bitch
Got a whole lotta money and shit
I be stackin' my money like Mitch
Whole lotta hoes I could fuck 'em all
They preyin', they want me to fall
I'm in the trap playin' wit' raw
Writer(s): Christian Laster, Dylan McCord, Jacques Richard, Luke Niedzielski, Marcus Rucker
Copyright(s): Lyrics © 01 Souf Music Publishing, Royalty Network, Hipgnosis Songs Group
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