Bussin (feat. Baby von)

Alright, tell us who you are
Yo Bo, we all shot em
Come on man, if you don't know about me, I'm a rapper
Yeah, rapper, favorite, trapper, trapper, favorite, rapper

Y'all don't know the motherfuckin' vibes
We outside
Y'all not ready for me to be outside
They not ready

We outside
Yeah
Let's go
Bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin'

Nigga, it's bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin'
Nigga, it's bustin'
From Nashville for nothin'
You already know we clutchin'

You already know how we comin', we bombin'
Ayy, honey, where's my soup
Cause the opps think they bulletproof
Fuck your nigga and fuck your crew

I'll run through all you
Iced out and I'm drippin' too
Boss bitch with an attitude
Rich bitch know how it do

Smoke a bag, I have two
Bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin'
Nigga, it's bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin'