Bussdown (feat. Racki Diorr) - 13-LG

I can't ease with them, didn't know where to start with them Didn't know I had faker friends, we had too many fake events I can't ease with them, didn't know where to start with them Didn't know I had faker friends, we had too many fake events I don't know why company I love to keep not fair on me It just happens so that I can unlock a new memory Shit happened more than twice I need a documentary I gotta be on a look out there's way too many enemies Yeah, we got no time Yeah, we got no time (Okay) Every time I dream it's lucid Now they see my glow, they wanna hang I'm not stupid I done said I'm not included, I spoke some truth now they muted The area here polluted, I done told my boy I'm not on that Ay rudeboy I'm not suited For that bullshit, I don't want it There's too much cap can't deal with that I ain't got no time for no chit-chat Wanna backchat when a boy comes back When they look at themselves, they not that Like Sainte, same old brudda with the steeze, It stayed like that Them man wanna stay like that, I can't force them to move from the back It's a ting where you gotta move on your ones No I can't let them keep me back I can't ease with them, didn't know where to start with them Didn't know I had faker friends, we had too many fake events I can't ease with them, didn't know where to start with them Didn't know I had faker friends, we had too many fake events I don't know why company I love to keep not fair on me It just happens so that I can unlock a new memory Shit happened more than twice I need a documentary I gotta be on a look out there's way too many enemies

I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough (Yuh) I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough (Hol, on is that Racki?) Yeah, I got the packs I ain' gotta worry bout' tax When them boy hop on the tracks, tell them relax I got my hacks, over there just get my snacks It's all an act, just look at my paper It's all stacked And that's a fact It's exact Don't talk about me, I get your head licked off for free ABC, talk too much and your head get licked off with a TV She gotta talk to me nicely, she said that she fuck with the white tee We in the V.I.P, quick ride out in the SUV I'm not of the LSD I got a double cup, can say I'm off of the lean I said "Turn on the AC" Call up my sweetie, tell her link me, huh (Yeah) We don't have time to be petty, huh I got smoke, that boy he broke That one spoke, I got dough yeuh Uh, I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough (Yuh) I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough I ain' worried bout' them, I got my dough (I got my, I got my)

Tell me one man you got I wanna hear if you backed your dot Don't leave that piece over there to rot Got too much guap can't lose that lot It was me that started that trend Now them man wanna take off me Old boy wanna talk on me, go over there get off of yuh knees Make sure that my names out ur mouth, In south, they don't know what we do in south I can get uh I can get psychotic on the beat Just do not leave out your house That girl over there your bitch, she wanna take my dick and ditch Told shorty, "Fuck off" I got a girl, I ain' got no time for a witch If you didn't hear what I said I won't repeat go off to your bed I got too much guys round' me That don't even make any bread (Listen up) The last time I heard from my man My man said that his bredrin dead I don't wanna hear nonsense I don't wanna get the machine back it outta the shed I told this one don't play with me I been said I'm way ahead Got the ting on pattern I got her throwing up signs under the red Have to look out for utes They out here roll like a fed Now that she see me up, she wanna give me head (Huh-uh Yuh) Eliminate opps like squid game Ordered a pack from when and it finally just came Caught that boy on a lack and he's out Where's the shame? Tell me one man you got I wanna hear if you backed your dot Don't leave that piece over there to rot Got too much guap can't lose that lot It was me that started that trend Now them man wanna take off me Old boy wanna talk on me, go over there get off of yuh knees I got my tool, I got my tool I got my tool, said, I got my tool yuh Yuh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We hang with the goats, take a look at my coats Little boy you better take notes, I'm finna take a dose I'm finna raise a toast, I'm not the guy to boast Zooming through, we coast, I like my chicken roast (Yeuh) This just the beginning, me and my niggas twinning All these hunnids, they be spinning (Woah) I told my mom I'm winning Yeah, that had her grinning, Why does my phone keep ringing? (Why) This dough, It had her clinging Don't touch me, I be stinging Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost Ghost, finna go ghost, Finna go ghost Finna go ghost Finna go Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Slowed)

Yuh (Yeah) I got a loaded pack, they don't know bout' the loaded rack Too many hoes wanna get on my lap Can't do it like me now you wanna go cap You know you messed up, now go back These niggas, they keep my name in they mouth (Huh, Yeah) See me, I just act all blind so I can see what I find (Yeah) A nigga like me not kind, see me and my bro we slimed (Huh) Would you look at the time Time to get this grind I do not walk behind, yeah, I do not take declined She wanna take my Klein She wanna take my Klein Them stars, they not aligned until then we got time Told bro over there to pattern This beat got me sent to Saturn I like when it goes my way Step out the doorway Big man stepped through do not run away I said I lost my grub, they said "no way" She talking bout' signs, I said "no way" I'm tryna make a tape, call me Ray J No matter how we (Yeah) No matter how we trap in the (yeah) In the day (Huh) In the night yuh (Yeah) All these feds wanna, all these feds wanna (Yeah) Wanna, wanna bother man yuh Shout out Anne, they tryna ruin plans Right now, I need a fan You said that you're on badness You ain't even got a rams Why you talking shit? I'll smoke you with my hands I got a loaded pack, they don't know bout' the loaded rack Too many hoes wanna get on my lap Can't do it like me now you wanna go cap You know you messed up, now go back These niggas, they keep my name in they mouth (Huh, Yeah) I got a loaded pack, they don't know bout' the loaded rack Too many hoes wanna get on my lap Can't do it like me now you wanna go cap You know you messed up, now go back These niggas, they keep my name in they mouth

(Is that Racki?) (Yuh) Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh (Yuh) Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up (Yuh) I ain't gon' waste my time (Yeah) I ain't gon' waste my time (Yeah) I ain't gon' waste my time (Yeah) I ain't gon' waste my time (Yuh) They wanna hang with me cus' I got too much guap (Yuh) When they heard my shit, they said that this a bop (Yuh) I can't let life chop me, life is what I chop That one she looks sweet in that crop top (Yuh) She tryna get at me with that lollipop Don't care about the price, just let me cop Too much opps, let me get a mop They asked, "Racki when you finna drop?" I ain't gon' waste my time, I gotta right my wrongs (Yeah) I ain't gon' waste my time, they wanna make some songs That boy tried with me then he flopped Yeah I pissed her off, she got me blocked My bread I got it here it's locked Too much hoes it's like it's nonstop (Yuh) I ain't gon' waste my time, I ain't gon' waste my time (Yuh) I ain't gon' waste my time, I ain't gon' waste my time (Yuh) I ain't gon' waste my time, I ain't gon' waste my time I ain't gon' waste my time, I ain't gon' waste my time

Let them niggas know fam Niggas haffi know fam What are you talking about? (Yeah) Hop out the ride, tun up the party Up in the spot, pick up a shorty When the food is here, grab me a jerky Pull up in shorts still drippin', might just call me a yardie 22 With the 5 Girl right here she might be my wife, So nice, so good she can make good rice If gang pull up with ice They might ask for the number twice Give me a price That cake look way to good lemme get a slice, good advice Let me just make a list of how many times I haven't missed Them haters always twist and then blacklist but they still get pissed Bro over there, assist opp over there, lemme get this shift Girl come look at this icey wrist Give me a whine, ay you're dismissed The only time I'll quit is when I'm dead we way too lit Get out the pit we here to commit, one day imma get a hit She wanna admit to me that she's in love (Yeah) She's seen me up, told her yeah I'm above Hop out the ride, tun up the party Up in the spot, pick up a shorty When the food is here, grab me a jerky Pull up in shorts still drippin', might just call me a yardie Hop out the ride, tun up the party Up in the spot, pick up a shorty When the food is here, grab me a jerky Pull up in shorts still drippin', might just call me a yardie

Yeah, Big Latto (Romano) Yeah (OG Parker) 200 racks on me (cash), brand new AMG (skrrt) Prada on me and a bussdown (ice) La-la-la, I'm gettin' money Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it on me (bow) VVS diamonds on me, baby (ice), feelin' like I made it (ayy) Got it out the mud without no handout La-la-la, I'm gettin' money (cash) They ain't fuck with me back then, now they all on me Couple bitches prayin' that I fall Real diamonds, they ain't got a flaw It ain't nothin' to cut a nigga off Can't tell me I don't put on for the South Circle small (yeah), feel like I seen it all (yeah) Dumb bitch, I be blowin' through it like I might not see tomorrow Ain't no pressure, count my blessings I don't really need no nigga (need no nigga) Watched all my friends turn into opps So I don't really got no feelings (got no feelings) Birkin, new bag alert (brrt), these hoes be bad and burnt (brrt) I see these bitches took the big, no cap, I did it first (haha), bitch 200 racks on me (cash), brand new AMG (skrrt) Prada on me and a bussdown (ice) La-la-la, I'm gettin' money Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it on me (bow) VVS diamonds on me, baby (ice), feelin' like I made it (ayy) Got it out the mud without no handout La-la-la, I'm gettin' money (cash) They ain't fuck with me back then, now they all on me 75 hundred racks for the Pateks, I'm gettin' real cheese I use the 'Miri jeans for recreation I hit the Latto, dawg, I Powerball some servin' bases I smoke Bizarro, dawg, the Black & Mild ain't what you thinkin' How could you ever even sleep on me? I skeet on her, she skeet on me She ain't never had a Z-O-E, I make it hard to cheat on me Be the only bitch who got a 'Vert, I might candy paint her hearse And lift it up, I know you heard and when it's up, I'm shootin' first I'm gettin' money, baby, drop cash for the hitman Bustin' down an ink pen, bustin' down anything Hit the left on Biscayne, swerve the Vert', switch lanes I'm in the cut with a blick, mane, I'm draggin' my nuts, my dick hang 200 racks on me (cash), brand new AMG (skrrt) Prada on me and a bussdown (ice) La-la-la, I'm gettin' money Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it on me (bow) VVS diamonds on me, baby (ice), feelin' like I made it (ayy) Got it out the mud without no handout La-la-la, I'm gettin' money (cash) They ain't fuck with me back then, now they all on me (Romano) (OG Parker)