BUSTAZ lyrics

[Intro]
(He-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
(Back in this b*tch for the ninth fight)

[Verse 1]
B-B-B-B-b*tch, it’s smoke if a player hatin', motherf*cking run their mouth
Damn, this country small, lil' b*tch don’t matter if it’s north or south (South)
You keep the toolie, I don’t need it, b*tch, we fade with fists
They steady leakin', what the f*ck they got it on my ricks?
D-D-D-D-Double whips, steady rippin' up the SH1
Sippin' liquor, f*ck the system, I'ma have my fun
The ultimatum, do we follow dreams or bite the gun?
You taste the metal when that shottie restin' on yo' tongue

[Verse 2]
Y-Y-Young motherf*cker, but I’m 'boutta level up
Everybody wanna run it, but I’m runnin' up buck
Imitating what I’m makin', but these boys just suck
When you run a bit of muck, a motherf*cker really 'boutta get stuck
Stuck in the mud, switchblade tucked, bitter luck, and you should
Escape your fate if you make it, do not celebrate it
'Cause death ain't related to good, ayy
Creepin' around with a hood
They tryna f*ck with it, wish that they could
b*tch and it’s only beginning, I’m taking my winnings
If f*ckers could stop me, they would (Ho) (He-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
[Bridge]
Wake up, b*tch, I'm a walking f*cking nightmare, uh
pus*y talk, yeah, but know that he ain't fight fair, uh
AK sprayin', send an opp into the stratosphere
A bit of metal can induce a lot of f*cking fear

[Verse 3]
Motherf*ck everybody, I'ma sip my tea
Mind up on the money, get the money on me
Never buddy, buddy, b*tch, I find it kinda funny
That a motherf*cker really think he got my steez
I’m too cold with the sh*t (sh*t)
T-T-Too cold in the whip, too cold with the fit, like
I roll with the clique
f*ck with me and I’ll be filling your kitchen with p*ss, b*tch

[Outro]
(b*tch, it’s smoke if a player hatin', motherf*cking run their mouth)
(If a—if a player hatin', motherf*cking run their mouth—mouth)
(Smoke, if a player hatin', motherf*cking run their mouth)
(If a—if a player hatin', motherf*cking run their—run their—)
(Damn, this country small, lil' b*tch don’t matter if it’s north or south)
(Damn, this country small, lil' b*tch don’t matter if it’s north or south)
(Damn, this country small, lil' b*tch don’t matter if it’s north or south)
(Damn, this country small, lil' b*tch don’t matter if it’s—)