​​bustdown lyrics

[Chorus]
(Barloss, hell no) Yeah, yeah, this b*tch is a bustdown
Everyday we gettin' high, worst part is the comedown
I gotta glick, glick, glick (Yeah), yeah, b*tch for the rundown
Gotta bad b*tch, slit her wrist, uh, I gotta go now
Yeah, b*tch I'm too f*ckin' lit, yeah, you cannot turn me down (Down)
I got the drugs all around (All around)
I got the thugs all around (All around)
I got these thots all around (All around)
I'm passin' b*tches, yeah, all around (All around)
I'm gettin' hella hoes, yeah, they wanna go and just f*ck me now

[Verse]
Yeah (Yeah-yeah), I am the GOAT all around (Yeah-yeah)
Makin' that music and makin' that money (Yeah-yeah), yeah, do it when the sun down (Yeah-yeah)
I got some n*ggas and thеy have they b*tches bеcause when I come, they gon' shoot somethin' (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Walk in the stu' and I'm like, "Where the drugs?" Yeah, I wanna pour somethin' (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah (Woah), I'm addicted to the mud (Woah)
Yeah, I'm addicted to the (Wow), I'm addicted to the mud (Wow)
Yeah (Wow), if you love me, show me what you want (Huh, wow)
Hit from the back then switch positions (Wow), I f*ck her however she want (Yeah, wow)
I f*ck her whenever I want (Yeah, want)
Yeah, I go shoppin' whenever I want (I want)
I can't stop geekin' when I'm on the drank (Like that)
You want a Xanny, b*tch? Split me a dub, yeah (Like that)
Yeah, I'm sippin' lean 'round that b*tch and she want me to pass my cup, yeah (Woah)
I told her this real blood, yeah (Real blood)
I cannot put you on, yeah (Put you on)
I cannot fall in love, huh (Love)
Sorry I was preachin', that b*tch was a dud
Every show, that b*tch in the front row
Takin' flights, I want cups, never calls
I be doin' all of this on the drugs (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
I keep on doin' this, 'til I am slumped
You get up on this sh*t, ain't p*ssin' it out (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Go to strip clubs, throw this sh*t up
Made five racks and I doubled that amount (Huh)
Bad b*tch wanna f*ck me on the couch (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Bad b*tch wanna suck me on the couch
I'm rich, I don't give a f*ck 'bout ya
[Refrain]
I don't give a f*ck 'bout ya
b*tch, I'm rich, I don't give a f*ck 'bout ya
I don't give a f*ck 'bout ya-hah
Yeah (Woah-ah-ah), I don't give a f*ck 'bout ya
I don't give a f*ck 'bout ya-hah
I don't give a f*ck, ah (Woah-ah-ah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, this b*tch is a bustdown
Everyday we gettin' high, worst part is the comedown
I gotta glick, glick, glick (Yeah), yeah, b*tch for the rundown
Gotta bad b*tch, slit her wrist, uh, I gotta go now
Yeah, b*tch I'm too f*ckin' lit, yeah, you cannot turn me down
I got the drugs all around
I got the thugs all around
I got these thots all around
I'm passin' b*tches, yeah, all around
I'm gettin' hella hoes, yeah, they wanna go and just f*ck me now