J.Rob the Chief & Je Mula - Buss' Round

Oh no
Oh no
I send the troops
On the low

Oh no
Oh no
I send the troops
On the low

Oh no
Oh no
I send the troops
On the low

Oh no
Oh no
I send the troops
On the low

I heard ya lil boy wanna fuck around
Know you can't
Buss' round me

A whole lot of Pu-Boy talk
We walk
We do real tings

You one week blood
One week you cuz
Confused lil ting

Lil boy fuck around lose a life
Tryna come around
Bussin' on me nigga blah

No from the hood
But the hood love the kid
Hood good to the kid

I make one call to the hood
And the hood no say
What they did

I see no man
Man no see me
We do no biz

Boy think this man
Fear jail
Muh fucka I do my bid

Oh
Oh
Oh

You know I'm with all the violence
Don't think that because I'm silent
I won't get the troops and assign 'em

I know where you sleeping
I know where your head at
Just know ain't know witness behind 'em

They'll go looking
But won't find 'em
I promise you'll need an asylum

I got a nine millimeter
Only pull it out when I need her
John Wick with the heater
Late night calls to the cleaner

I got a nine millimeter
Only pull it out when I need her
John Wick with the heater
Late night calls to the cleaner

Oh
Oh
Oh

I am a force to be reckoned with
Ya'll claiming things that you never did
You claiming sending people for my head
I promise you should send 'em we settle it

I'll open the door and I'll let 'em in
I won't send 'em back
They gon' settle in
6 feet social distance is evident

I got the essays
And I got my niggas
And I got my arabs from
Palestine

I'll send a cupid
With arrows to hit you
They'll get you
I ain't talking valentine

You come for my head better
Fall in line
When you lay in your bed
Keep an open eye

If you're coming for me
Then you're coming for war
Who you're sending
I'm sending to God

Oh
Oh
Oh

You know I'm with all the violence
Don't think that because I'm silent
I won't get the troops and assign 'em

I know where you sleeping
I know where your head at
Just know ain't know witness behind 'em

They'll go looking
But won't find 'em
I promise you'll need an asylum

I got a nine millimeter
Only pull it out when I need her
John Wick with the heater
Late night calls to the cleaner

I got a nine millimeter
Only pull it out when I need her
John Wick with the heater
Late night calls to the cleaner

Oh
Oh
Oh

Oh
Oh
Oh

Written by:
Jeremy Robinson

Publisher:
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