Bussin’ Out the Plastic (Remix) lyrics

by

Pardison Fontaine


[Chorus: Ziico Niico]
I got a chopper on my lap with a bad b*tch
Stop talking city girl sh*t, b*tch you average
I remember n*ggas sh*tting on us, we ain't have sh*t
But now we bussin’ blue hundreds out the plastic (FLOSS)
I got a chopper on my lap with a bad b*tch
Stop talking city girl sh*t, b*tch you had average
I remember n*ggas sh*tting on us, we ain't have sh*t
But now we bussin' blue hundreds out the plastic

[Verse 1: Ziico Niico]
Dope cut up like my Mike Amiris
And that 30 clip is hanging out my Amiris
If I get a million cash then it might be buried
’Cause this Glock got me thinking 'bout my commissary
I f*ck her best friend next, that's how I get petty
Hold on, take your time baby, slow and steady
And when the cookie get hard that's when sh*t is ready
I won't, trust these b*tches take 'em to a telly (FLOSS)
n*ggas snitching just to get away
That's why RoRo and Dior my getaway
I hate tricking on a b*tch, givin' bread away
But every time she suck my di*k she make me levitate (boo doo doo doo)
My boss b*tch is a keeper
Cop a Chanel bag and get me the sneakers
Hoes getting cab fare and some pizza
Tryna take my city over, I can’t ease up
[Chorus: Ziico Niico]
I got a chopper on my lap with a bad b*tch
Stop talking city girl sh*t, b*tch you average
I remember n*ggas sh*tting on us, we ain’t have sh*t
But now we bussin' blue hundreds out the plastic (FLOSS)
I got a chopper on my lap with a bad b*tch
Stop talking city girl sh*t, b*tch you had average
I remember n*ggas sh*tting on us, we ain’t have sh*t
But now we bussin' blue hundreds out the plastic

[Verse 2: Pardison Fontaine]
Look look, I said now n*ggas know I'm hot (hot)
Grab a oven mitt (mitt)
You know I'm finna drop (drop)
Soon as the summer hit
Ayy, shake that ass (ayy)
You f*cking thick (thick)
So much cash that she wanna quit (woo)
I heard n*ggas jumping ship
Tell ’em suck a di*k (ayy)
Tell 'em cut they wrist (ayy)
Drink a cup of p*ss (ayy)
Seem like they forgot just how dark the gutter get
I know what n*ggas wanting, trust me it ain't none of this (ayy)
Got it poppin'
From the bottom
Rep my city
Batman, Gotham
If Louis make it
I gotta cop 'em
Baby-girl is spoiled, rotten (boo doo doo doo)
Uh, said that, know that cash rules
Money over everything, she get it tattooed
This week has been rough, I can't take no bad news
But when Ziico come home b*tch we buyin' back Sues
[Chorus: Ziico Niico]
I got a chopper on my lap with a bad b*tch
Stop talking city girl sh*t, b*tch you average
I remember n*ggas sh*tting on us, we ain't have sh*t
But now we bussin' blue hundreds out the plastic (FLOSS)
I got a chopper on my lap with a bad b*tch
Stop talking city girl sh*t, b*tch you had average
I remember n*ggas sh*tting on us, we ain't have sh*t
But now we bussin' blue hundreds out the plastic
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