Buss Down (feat. BandChasingMooda & LongMoneyKese) - MoneyMarr

I don't brag about the things I do and who I fuck with Had to cut her off and kept it pushin you too much bitch This right here some real gas you can't touch it it's too musty Half these hoes these niggas crying bout they burnt and busted Fuck that pussy nigga so I told him sit the fuck down Bitch I got the sack and I think I'm finna touchdown The whole gang in all black dancing like I'm James Brown Loaded loaded in this bitch I'm lookin for a buss down Girl stop playin I understand what I did to you All that flexin for the gram I ain't did shit to you Ion want a stalker baby I just wanna peak at you And I can't trust a soul baby so I gotta pick and choose She just wanna buss down Sit the fuck down 65 shots We up now They wanna give me a plus now I can't run out of luck now Loaded Loaded Loaded Loaded Loaded Loaded Loaded Loaded I don't brag about the things I do and who I fuck with Had to cut her off and kept it pushin you too much bitch This right here some real gas you can't touch it it's too musty Half these hoes these niggas crying bout they burnt and busted Fuck that pussy nigga so I told him sit the fuck down Bitch I got the sack and I think I'm finna touchdown The whole gang in all black dancing like I'm James Brown Loaded loaded in this bitch I'm lookin for a buss down I don't brag about the things I do and who I fuck with Had to cut her off and kept it pushin you too much bitch This right here some real gas you can't touch it it's too musty Half these hoes these niggas crying bout they burnt and busted Fuck that pussy nigga so I told him sit the fuck down Bitch I got the sack and I think I'm finna touchdown The whole gang in all black dancing like I'm James Brown Loaded loaded in this bitch I'm lookin for a buss down It feel like my heart so froze Round table playin dominos Junkies they gone wipe the bowl Young niggas gone wipe yo nose Fuck that shit go chase a check I'll put Rae on ya neck I'll put a plate on ya neck That's my dawg I ain't talm bout pets I'm lookin for a buss down You get a lil money everybody wanna come round I make all these bitches go wild Soufside Eskimo child I don't brag about the things I do and who I fuck with Had to cut her off and kept it pushin you too much bitch This right here some real gas you can't touch it it's too musty Half these hoes these niggas crying bout they burnt and busted Fuck that pussy nigga so I told him sit the fuck down Bitch I got the sack and I think I'm finna touchdown The whole gang in all black dancing like I'm James Brown Loaded loaded in this bitch I'm lookin for a buss down Girl stop playin I understand what I did to you All that flexin for the gram I ain't did shit to you Ion want a stalker baby I just wanna peak at you And I can't trust a soul baby so I gotta pick and choose

I'ma sit here and let niggas think they can make me the lick I'm the youngest of trappers, I still walk around with that sack and I keep me a stick I got spikes on my Christians like spikes on The gate, 'member ducking 12, hopping the fence On the way to the top and you niggas Can't stop it, you better come get you a grip Yeah, that lil' nigga Marr, he the shit He got bitches, they all on his dick He got groupies that want somethin' from him But he tell them no, he just give them a pic Got a piece on the way and it's VVS diamonds Yeah, come get a look at this drip Got a Drac' on my lap and it's givin' me vibes You know that's my pretty lil' bitch Fuck a top fifty, yeah, we at the top of this shit Everything we do, shit is exclusive I'm pullin' her hair, I'm smackin' her butt I beat it up, she said that nigga abusive Let her eat up the I ain't gon' say it, man, I'ma just sit back and listen to music If I'm not in the city, I'm up in LA countin' hundreds on hundreds, lil' nigga, the usual You a bitch nigga, actin' like somethin' you not Put some forks in the bowl when you whippin' the pot Me and LongMoney, yeah, we gon' run up the rocks Me and Kese take it back, we was up in the trap Youngest nigga with status, can't be in the open YSL on my drip, I got water like ocean Smokin' Runtz and it's thunder, strikin', potent Send them packs to the block, they gon' put it in motion Yeah, yeah, uh I'ma sit here and let niggas think they can make me the lick I'm the youngest of trappers, I still walk around with that sack and I keep me a stick I got spikes on my Christians like spikes on The gate, 'member ducking 12, hopping the fence On the way to the top and you niggas Can't stop it, you better come get you a grip Yeah, that lil' nigga Marr, he the shit He got bitches, they all on his dick He got groupies that want somethin' from him But he tell them no, he just give them a pic Got a piece on the way and it's VVS diamonds Yeah, come get a look at this drip Got a Drac' on my lap and it's givin' me vibes You know that's my pretty lil' bitch (LongMoney) LongMoney stay in the trench Brody, he carry a broom like a witch These bitches want dick 'cause I'm lit Can't come on the block 'cause you niggas be nick I bet I can show you a trick I bet I can turn a lil' zip to a brick (Voila) Trap phone jumpin', ain't a call that I miss My hitter just put fifty rounds on a stick Bitch, my lip sealed, can't snitch Red tips, bitch, you can see through the clip Put some holes in his clothes, I fucked up his 'fit That kick from the chop, shit fucked up my wrist Me and Marr used to trap in the halls Finessed the lil' Mexican plug for a ticket Bitch, I'm in the trap with them chickens Them niggas gon' hate but I bet they gon' listen (Bitch) I'ma sit here and let niggas think they can make me the lick I'm the youngest of trappers, I still walk around with that sack and I keep me a stick I got spikes on my Christians like spikes on The gate, 'member ducking 12, hopping the fence On the way to the top and you niggas Can't stop it, you better come get you a grip Yeah, that lil' nigga Marr, he the shit He got bitches, they all on his dick He got groupies that want somethin' from him But he tell them no, he just give them a pic Got a piece on the way and it's VVS diamonds Yeah, come get a look at this drip Got a Drac' on my lap and it's givin' me vibes You know that's my pretty lil' bitch

Yeah I got the trap jumpin' up, that shit boomin' Uh, yeah Uh Uh, I'm workin' hard, I ain't ever gon' lose Yeah Uh, uh I got the trap jumpin' up, that shit boomin' Ten zips stuffed in the Gucci, it's boofin' I'm workin' hard, I ain't ever gon' lose it If you want some work then I'm callin' my shooters I'm catchin' plays so I feel like I'm Moss Big Marr, big dog, bitch, I'm a boss My niggas winnin', ain't takin' no loss Bussed down, iced out, bitch, I got sauce Servin' the junkies, uh, uh Feds on the block, gotta watch for the undies He say he trappin'? Uh, uh Slide on his block, yeah, this shit gon' get ugly Nigga, I'm lit, uh, yeah I got respect 'round my way like I'm Bundy I'm independent, uh, yeah Count it up, I cannot let niggas run me Trappin' real hard, I can show you how to whip it up Feds on my line, all I'm tryna do is get it up Countin' all this money, man, I swear I'm not giving up Ridin' with the Draco so we gotta put the pistols up Janky ass nigga, so you know I gotta stick him up Ran down, mask down, yeah, nigga, give it up Big four-fifth out the window, it hit him up Spin't on his block, he get them bullets, lit him up I got the trap jumpin' up, that shit boomin' Ten zips stuffed in the Gucci, it's boofin' I'm workin' hard, I ain't ever gon' lose it If you want some work then I'm callin' my shooters I'm catchin' plays so I feel like I'm Moss Big Marr, big dog, bitch, I'm a boss My niggas winnin', ain't takin' no loss Bussed down, iced out, bitch, I got sauce Servin' the junkies, uh, uh Feds on the block, gotta watch for the undies He say he trappin'? Uh, uh Slide on his block, yeah, this shit gon' get ugly Nigga, I'm lit, uh, yeah I got respect 'round my way like I'm Bundy I'm independent, uh, yeah Count it up, I cannot let niggas run me I can show you how to turn a gram into a Vick Young nigga but I still be on my big trap shit I been really laying low, I been ridin' with a stick Free Jackboy, bitch, everyday hit a lick I be servin' on a rip, I be servin' all the fiends I been runnin' shit lately got me feelin' like I'm Beans Beam on the fifth when I aim at your spleen Pour up a line of that Tech in the cream I got the trap jumpin' up, that shit boomin' Ten zips stuffed in the Gucci, it's boofin' I'm workin' hard, I ain't ever gon' lose it If you want some work then I'm callin' my shooters I'm catchin' plays so I feel like I'm Moss Big Marr, big dog, bitch, I'm a boss My niggas winnin', ain't takin' no loss Bussed down, iced out, bitch, I got sauce Servin' the junkies, uh, uh Feds on the block, gotta watch for the undies He say he trappin'? Uh, uh Slide on his block, yeah, this shit gon' get ugly Nigga, I'm lit, uh, yeah I got respect 'round my way like I'm Bundy I'm independent, uh, yeah Count it up, I cannot let niggas run me