Yella Beezy and TrapBoy Freddy - Buss Down

Bust down, bust down
Got everything off the bust down (bust down, bust down, bust down)
Bust down (bust down, bust down, bust down)
Bust down (bust down, bust down, bust down)
Bust down (bust down, bust down, bust down)
Got everything off the bust down (hey)
Got everything off the bust down
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown (zones like a touchdown)
Big old forty, yeah they come in clutch now (yeah they come in clutch now)
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down (shut down)
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now
You want some pounds, boy, I gotta buss now (buss now)
Throw it in the air, watch it come down (come down)
Got everything off the bust down (skrr)

Got everything off the bust down (bust down)
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown (touchdown)
Big old forty, yeah I come in clutch now (clutch now)
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down (shut down)
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now (fuck now)
You want some pounds, boy, I gotta buss now (buss now)
Throw it in the air, watch it come down (come down)
Got everything off the bust down
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Got everything off the bust down (ayy)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Silly ass bitch, you a bust down (ayy)

Got everything off the bust down (bust down)
Silly ass bitch, you wanna fuck now (fuck now)
And my niggas stuff, it cut up now (up now)
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down (woo)
Got more loans than touchdown (touchdown)
Trap money comin' in clutch now (in clutch now)
Silly bitches wanna try to cuff now (cuff now)
Silly bitches get off my nuts now (damn)
Stackin' this paper to the ceilin' (ou-wee)
Boy I'm tryna make me a killing (killing)
Got them niggas up in they feelings (they feelings)
You ain't gotta have hands, I know you feel me (damn)
Pussy niggas say they wanna kill me (kill me)
Fresh when I'm steppin' in the building (in the building)
Money stretch down like gildings (like gildings)
Know your bitch want sexual healing, hey
Baby won't you come and swing my way (my, damn)
Come and drive the pounds on the highway (oh)
Nigga say that he want a five piece (five piece)
Say a nigga thank God that it's Friday, hey
Nigga money taller than a skyscrape (skyscrape)
Got the eagle sittin' on my waist (on my waist)
Baby girl, no you're not my taste (my taste)
But if you run a pound you can be my date (hey)
Got the pack in on a Sunday (hey)
Had them hoes gone on a Monday (hey)
Had the bitch goin' up on a Tuesday (hey)
And I knocked the bitch down on hump day (hey)
They say they want a deck, tell 'em come play (hey)
I'ma get rich bitch, one day (hey)
Make twenty bands off one play (hey)
Say I know it's finna be a fun day (hey)

Got everything off the bust down (bust down)
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown (touchdown)
Big old forty, yeah I come in clutch now (clutch now)
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down (shut down)
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now (fuck now)
You want some pounds, boy, I gotta buss now (buss now)
Throw it in the air, watch it come down (come down)
Got everything off the bust down
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Got everything off the bust down (ayy)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Silly ass bitch, you a bust down

Everything in here gettin' bust down
Runnin' through the zone like a touchdown
Law's at the door, everything gettin' flushed down
Stupid bitch call me, got a nigga like what now?
What now? What now? Problems every week
Can't even meet 'cause the law's on the street
Got a couple pounds, came in last week
Extra gram, say I'm in the pot, I'm a chief (run up)
Right hand, left hand, do it no hands
Hit this shit again, tryna whip me a Benz
Trap one deep, I don't need no friends
Got the heart on the calendar, got the boys in the can (huh)
I was gettin' money ever since I was a pup (pup)
Onions stacked up, all black, hockey pucks
Cookin' up drop, got the yellow like piss
Had the thing bust down like my wrist (woo, hey)
I got the pack for the low, you get the pack at the door
Back at the store, I had them stacks overload
Too much weed, it can't close
I do magic with the bowls, too much traffic
Gotta close, I can't go back bein' broke
I got them bands off the coke
I remember I had to trap at the store
Can't hang out if it ain't 'bout money
Bust down an onion, make fourteen hundred
Eight ball of soft gon' cost one-fifty
P's six-fifty of the midget, come get it (now)
Thirty-nine hundred get you a Big Mac (Mac)
Down raw's chopped up like Tic Tacs
Front you a pack then a nigga won't switch
Quarter bricks two-fifty, ain't no extras (skrr-skrr)

Got everything off the bust down (bust down)
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown (touchdown)
Big old forty, yeah I come in clutch now (clutch now)
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down (shut down)
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now (fuck now)
You want some pounds, boy, I gotta buss now (buss now)
Throw it in the air, watch it come down (come down)
Got everything off the bust down (skrr)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Got everything off the bust down (ayy)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Bust down (bust down), bust down (bust down)
Silly ass bitch, you a bust down (skrr)

Written by:
Lemarcus Rashun Wright, Markies Conway, Devarius Dontez Moore

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