Jd Ballin - Bust Down

(Ou, Ou)
(Hold on, uh)
(Ou)
(Yeah)
(Glrrr)
Cuban link hold the piece nigga
I just wanna be bust down
6ix zone
Pull up yea this the hit zone
Everything that I touch now
Body shit off the rip
Now they jacking my shit
They ain't wanna fuck with me before this
Yellow hoe and she thick
Grab that girl by the hips
And I told her lil baby you gorgeous
Uh
Hold on, uh
Young nigga he walk on the moon
Polo the hoodie
Designer the shoes
Run up the score but you already knew
Walk in that shit and I'm shaking the room
I stay grinding, man we never could lose
I get up and then I get to the blues
Would've thought a nigga made it uh
I could tell you niggas faking uh
Bend it over baby shake it uh
Brody told me just be patient uh
I could tell you niggas ain't it
Same niggas on my body always hated
I'm fucking hella hoes from different races
Drippen on niggas, slimey it get dangerous
I never left on my get back
Big bag
Woah
I don't do the tic tac toe
Brody sliding, link you at your door
Came up from the bottom with my dog
Wake up gotta get it in the morning
Running to the bag Im never slow
I don't jack these niggas cause they corny
Man I had to get it on my own
Cuban link hold the piece nigga
I just wanna be bust down
6ix zone
Pull up yea this the hit zone
Everything that I touch now
Body shit off the rip
Now they jacking my shit
They ain't wanna fuck with me before this
Yellow hoe and she thick
Grab that girl by the hips
And i told her lil baby you gorgeous
Uh
Hold on, uh
Young nigga he walk on the moon
Polo the hoodie
Designer the shoes
Run up the score but you already knew
Walk in that shit and Im shaking the room
I stay grinding, man we never could lose
I get up and then I get to the blues

Written by:
JD Ballin

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