Bust Down lyrics
by Young Thug
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, keepin' it triller, I walk in the dealer
I'm 'bout to go ham with my young n*ggas (word)
You know the rule, if you see me in traffic
Don't dap me, you know I don't f*ck with you (word)
Rollin' with Nicki and we in the 'Bach and she heated
'Cause I brought the drum with us (word)
You know I'm fresh out the slums, n*gga (slums, n*gga)
I know it never was love, n*gga (woo)
I'm in the trenches, I'm hangin' with killers
An' robbers an' all of the drug dealers (hitters)
We in the section, we plottin' on takin' your chain
When you leave out the club, n*gga (stick 'em)
Show no mercy like a 'lago ('lago)
Ain't no money, ain't no convo (convo)
Get your b*tch some Louis Vuittons, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)
Bust down, bust down (bust down)
Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?)
b*tches that fronted way back in the day
All on the kid like, "What up now?" (up now?)
I'm like, "What's up now?" (sup, b*tch?)
You f*ck with that lame an' you stuck now (stuck now)
Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now)
Promethazine in my cup now (cup now)
When you be poppin', these n*ggas di*k ridin'
An' pretty b*tches wanna f*ck now (woo)
I'm up now (up now), I guess it's love now (love now)
I guess it's all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food)
Lamborghini got her pus*y wet, call it a carpool (whoa)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
(Brr) Homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on it (Skrrt)
(Brr) Slim, thick b*tch, big titties, with some nice thighs on 'em (Oh)
(Brr) f*ck with me, treat you like a street n*gga, we gon' ride on ya (Ahh)
(Brr) I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you (Errt)
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
N-N-No, we not selfish (Nope)
This that real gold, you can melt this (Yee)
I-I-I paint 'em up and they tailless (Ayy)
I pass a mil' like the damn quiz (Damn)
Lil' mama say she won't suck di*k (Yee)
Lil' mama just want some new kicks
A-A-All of my b*tches, they bad b*tches (What?)
Your b*tch wish she was a bad b*tch
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Put some respect on my name (woo)
They got me feeling like Baby (hey)
Diamonds, they on me, go crazy (hey)
Saint Laurent on me, so wavy (hey)
f*cking in around, we ain't f*cking around
I can't f*ck with these n*ggas, they shady (no)
I know your jewelry fugazi (I know)
I know the jeweler who made it (who made it)
Frauds, I know these n*ggas gon' talk about 'em (yeah, yeah)
We gettin' money, they talk about it (yeah, yeah)
We never ever gon' talk about it (yeah, yeah)
We only trappin' and talking dollars
Wait, wait, wait, I'm tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it)
I hit his b*tch now he callin' bout it
I told that n*gga I'm sorry 'bout it
Shawty popping in a dog filter (yeah)
I'm a dog, I'm a dog n*gga (yeah)
I'm a shooter, I don't call n*ggas (what?)
On the D'Usse like Wall n*gga (woo)
Cross her over, hit her with the woooh
In the Wraith, stars in the roof
Light her up like Pikachu
In the Ghost, playing peek-a-boo
Wait, wait, wait, n*ggas can't figure me out, hey
I got this stick in the house, hey
I keep a brick in the couch, hey
Sit on that sh*t in a drought, hey
Sell it for triple the amount, hey
Stack it up, bag it up, add it up, ready for shippin', we sendin' it out
Hey
[Chorus: Young Thug]
(Brr) Homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on it (Skrrt)
(Brr) Slim, thick b*tch, big titties, with some nice thighs on 'em (Oh)
(Brr) f*ck with me, treat you like a street n*gga, we gon' ride on ya (Ahh)
(Brr) I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you (Errt)
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
N-N-No, we not selfish (Nope)
This that real gold, you can melt this (Yee)
I-I-I paint 'em up and they tailless (Ayy)
I pass a mil' like the damn quiz (Damn)
Lil' mama say she won't suck di*k (Yee)
Lil' mama just want some new kicks
A-A-All of my b*tches, they bad b*tches (What?)
Your b*tch wish she was a bad b*tch
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Hold up
My lil' b*tch want some new Chucks (Yup)
Suck up, suck on that di*k, baby (Oh, oh)
Suck it, suck it 'til you get the hiccups (Oh)
Hah, look at the wrist (Yup)
Drift on that di*k and catch hiccups (Woah, woah, woah)
Hop out the back (Back)
Hop out like uno, dos, tres (Hah!)
b*tch, I'm back
Popping them percs by the thirties (Ayy)
She say I taste like a pimp (Yeah)
I say, "At least you won't burp" (Nope)
Jump out that b*tch from the back (Errt)
Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp
Swallow it until you burp
Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work
We poppin', bubblegum (Pop, pop, pop)
We poppin', bubblegum (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We poppin', bubblegum (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We pop like bubblegum (Pop, pop, boom)
It's our year, n*gga (Ours, n*gga)
We poppin', bubblegum (Pop, pop, pop)
We comin' 'round for some (Comin' 'round here)
You know you want some (Come and run it back)
He ain't know we keep going down (Yeah)
I'ma keep going, n*gga, never, never, never
Never let 'em have it, never let 'em have it
Grab the MAC trigger, n*gga, let 'em have it
Bah, bah, bah, she just seen this sh*t
Uh, uh, uh, now I'm freezed out
Give me hiccups, jewelry freezed cold
Lost a mil', got it right back, n*gga, please believe us (Hey)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
(Brr) Homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on it (Skrrt)
(Brr) Slim, thick b*tch, big titties, with some nice thighs on 'em (Oh)
(Brr) f*ck with me, treat you like a street n*gga, we gon' ride on ya (Ahh)
(Brr) I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you (Errt)
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
N-N-No, we not selfish (Nope)
This that real gold, you can melt this (Yee)
I-I-I paint 'em up and they tailless (Ayy)
I pass a mil' like the damn quiz (Damn)
Lil' mama say she won't suck di*k (Yee)
Lil' mama just want some new kicks
A-A-All of my b*tches, they bad b*tches (What?)
Your b*tch wish she was a bad b*tch