Get 2 Bussin lyrics

[Produced by Metro Boomin]

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I'm gone get this money, that's on everything
I just hit the trap and sold everything
pus*y n*ggas talk and ain't know anything
Married to the money need a wedding ring
And when it comes to b*tches, I don't trust 'em
I f*ck her then I pass her to my brother
Police ass n*ggas with that cuffin'
Try to run up on us, we gon get to bussin'

[Verse 1: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
Ay, n*ggas hatin', I say f*ck 'em
Met a b*tch I really like, but I don't love her
Ay, n*ggas workin' under cover, ay
Got a bid now you tellin' on your brother, ay
You lil dirty motherf*cker, ay
Them yellow tips open him up, ketchup and mustard, ay
I put them killers on your ass, f*ck n*gga owe me cash
See them blue lights, I'mma smash 200 on my dash
Ay, Balmains, two racks on my ass
Hella skrilla in my pockets, my sh*t look like pads
Ay, I like my money and my b*tches fast
If that b*tch ain't bad, Steve Nash, I'mma pass
I'mma addict, smoking weed, hash, dip and dab
You can't name a hoe that we ain't smash, your b*tch is trash
I'm in Miami popping bottles don't pass me no glasses
Smoking dope hop out the 'Rari carpet full of ashes
Ay, I got a .40 and that b*tch plastic
I just bought a Desert Eagle, I can't wait to blast it
Everything I do illegal, b*tch I ain't no pastor
Leanin' hard, I got my seatbelt on cause I be crashin'
[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I'm gone get this money, that's on everything
I just hit the trap and sold everything
pus*y n*ggas talk and ain't know anything
Married to the money need a wedding ring
And when it comes to b*tches, I don't trust 'em
I f*ck her then I pass her to my brother
Police ass n*ggas with that cuffin'
Try to run up on us, we get to bussin'

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
I just went on my last b*tch and f*cked her buddy
Dropped two zips in a rootbeer now my sh*t muddy
I used to save my dubs up to reach 100
Now when I run them bands up, at least a 100
And I came from nothin'
Used to share clothes and my bro, n*ggas thought it was funny
Now my shirt Givenchy
My belt Louie V and my boxers Versace
And I am not in the Illuminati
For my birthday I might just pull up in a Tesla or a brand new Maserati

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I'm gone get this money, that's on everything
I just hit the trap and sold everything
pus*y n*ggas talk and ain't know anything
Married to the money need a wedding ring
And when it comes to b*tches, I don't trust 'em
I f*ck her then I pass her to my brother
Police ass n*ggas with that cuffin'
Try to run up on us, we get to bussin'