2 Way Street

[Intro: Pap Chanel]
Bussin', bussin', bussin' on the beat (Hey)
Bussin' (Pretty & Paid, bitch, hear me out), bussin' on the beat
Got the left right bussin' on the beat (I snap every time that I speak)
Got the left right cheek bussin' on the beat

[Chorus: Pap Chanel]
Got the left right cheek bussin' on the beat (Uh)
She upset, high key, she cannot compete (Compete, bitch)
Sit like over ten feet, I be out of reach (I out of reach, bitch)
Bag got a double C, let's go on a spree
Yeah, it's a whole lotta brеad, make some, break somе
Lotta whole hoes really scared to shake some, shake some
This petty world a two-way street
I can either go home or I go P-A-P, bitch

[Verse 1: Pap Chanel]
Real shit
When I shake this ass, that boy go loco talking real quick
And I'm so bad, nothin' like these hoes he deal with (Uh)
If he ain't on shit, just like Dorothy make my heels click
I can clear my chest, don't gotta feel lit
Big bag on me, make a basic ho hate me (Bussin', bussin', bussin' on the beat)
Bitch, I can buy myself whatever that he gave me (Bussin', bussin' on the beat)
No glancin' at the tag, I just put it in the bag (Got the left right bussin' on the beat)
I won't ever go out sad 'bout no nigga that I had, bitch (Got the left right cheek bussin' on the beat)

[Chorus: Pap Chanel]
Got the left right cheek bussin' on the beat (On the beat)
She upset, high key, she cannot compete (Bussin' on the beat)
Sit like over ten feet, I be out of reach (Bitch)
Bag got a double C, let's go on a spree
Yeah, it's a whole lotta bread, make some, break some
Lotta whole hoes really scared to shake some, shake some
This petty world a two-way street (Two)
I can either go home or I go P-A-P, bitch

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
West Coast, California I got plenty freaks (Freaks)
Brown skin, thick bitch, I fuck her to sleep (Gang, gang)
Gangsta bitch, I gangsta walk and she massage my feet
I put her out 'cause that tongue didn't relax me (Didn't relax me)
You ain't fuckin', bitch, then you goin' in the taxi (Ten you goin' in the taxi)
You ain't clappin' ass when you ask then don't ask me (Clap, clap)
I know plenty niggas that don't went up and they khaki
I know plenty hoes that'll fuck me for some Zaxbys (Gang)

[Chorus: Pap Chanel]
Got the left right cheek bussin' on the beat (On the beat)
She upset, high key, she cannot compete (Bussin', bussin' on the beat)
Sit like over ten feet, I be out of reach (Bitch)
Bag got a double C, let's go on a spree (Uh, yeah)
Yeah, it's a whole lotta bread, make some, break some
Lotta whole hoes really scared to shake some, shake some (Uh)
This petty world a two-way street (Two)
I can either go home or I go P-A-P, bitch

[Outro: Blac Youngsta & Pap Chanel]
I got, I got, I got plenty freaks
Thick bitch, I fuck her to sleep
It's a whole lotta bread, make some
Never go out sad 'bout no nigga that I had, bitch
Bussin' on the, bussin' on the beat (Uh)
Bussin' on the, bussin' on the beat (Uh)
Fuck me for, fuck, fuck me for some Zaxbys