Bussin, Part 1 lyrics

[Intro: DJ Top]
DJ Top make your panties drop
40th Ave sh*t n*gga, yeah
Free gang

[Pre-Chorus]
40th Ave sh*t, like baby girl this real sh*t
Yeah street n*gga thuggin' in the streets b*tch
I just want a bad b*tch to come and suck my di*k
I'm just whippin' up the money and then done broke my wrist

[Chorus]
Thuggin' on my lonely, just me and my homie
Most these n*ggas phony, n*ggas tryna comb me
n*gga stop playin', all my shooters sprayin'
All my n*ggas bussin', yeah, yeah they bussin'
Yeah them boys steady bussin', yeah them boys they be bussin'
Yeah them boys they be bussin'
All my n*ggas on the block, they be hustling

[Verse 1]
Yeah I'm flexin' b*tch like baby really flexin' b*tch (Flex)
Yeah she texting me like why the f*ck you texting b*tch?
Always stressing me like why the f*ck you stressing b*tch? (Smash)
Cause I'm on the Ave, getting blue cheese b*tch
Cheese and guacamole, tell 'em run up on me
Yeah I got it on me, most these n*ggas phony
Tiger sh*t like Tony, yeah I really own it
Yeah I'm sushi raw and you n*ggas be baloney
[Chorus]
Thuggin' on my lonely, just me and my homie
Most these n*ggas phony, n*ggas tryna comb me
n*gga stop playin', all my shooters sprayin'
All my n*ggas bussin', yeah, yeah they bussin'
Yeah them boys steady bussin', yeah them boys they be bussin'
Yeah them boys they be bussin'
All my n*ggas on the block, they be hustling

[Verse 2]
Trap n*gga, turn to a rap n*gga
Street n*gga, ballin' like a street n*gga
Real n*gga, all I hang 'round real n*ggas
Street n*ggas, yeah just me and my street n*ggas
Me and all my n*ggas, me and all my n*ggas
Yeah we turnt up, me and all my n*ggas (For real)
Blowing loud n*gga, blowing gas n*gga
Act an ass n*gga, all in class n*gga
Yeah I skip that sh*t, yeah I skip that sh*t
Yeah I pass yo b*tch, I don't really want that hoe
I don't really want that b*tch, I don't really feel that hoe
She just want the di*k, get that deep throat

[Chorus]
Thuggin' on my lonely, just me and my homie
Most these n*ggas phony, n*ggas tryna comb me
n*gga stop playin', all my shooters sprayin'
All my n*ggas bussin', yeah, yeah they bussin'
Yeah them boys steady bussin', yeah them boys they be bussin'
Yeah them boys they be bussin'
All my n*ggas on the block, they be hustling
[Verse 3]
Dressed in all black, can't forget camo
Hang around them shooters, got a lot of ammo
Army Gang sh*t we runnin' from the taz though
Yeah they on our ass, they really on our ass hoe
Fetty in the back, act a ass hoe (Fetty)
Yeah you b*tches already know though (f*ck that hoe)
Yeah you b*tches already know though
Got that icy white sh*t, I'ma let it snow though
I'ma let it blow though, better lay low though
We be on the floor though
Rollin' like a wheelchair, rollin' like a wheelchair
Got her legs in the air, know these b*tches fina stare
Icy chain fina glare, yeah I'm high just like a flare
Better not even try to play, n*gga tried me the other day
While I buss 'em in his face, n*gga know what's up with me
n*gga know I'm from the G, 40th Ave where I be
I can't really get no sleep, I can't really get no sleep (I'm gone)
Yeah, yeah, I can't really get no sleep

[Outro]
Called a baddie, I f*cked that b*tch
I swear that b*tch is a freak
And she wanna eat my di*k
Free that boy, big me