Bu$$in

[Intro]
(Damjonboi)

[Verse 1: Fordio]
I peeped that they gon' play it fake, I been knew not to trust 'em
Can you please not blow my high? I told you that I'm bussin'
It's a four up in my pop, it got me moving sluggish
Been on the score since school, put down the ball, still get a bucket
My slimes got some loose screws, since a youngin, they've been clutchin'
And it's crazy, ain't no money in his pocket, he the toughest
I'm a youngin, still school, [?] show my hand to the public
I been clearing cards [?] for the times it was the roughest
Graduated from the scams, juggs was the main subject
Out on bond, still catch me round with controlled substance
Got some money, now they claim they love me all a sudden
Got some Wocky, they ain't have the fet' then I'm a have to crush it

[Verse 2: Prince Jefe]
My lil' ho set the play for me, [?] know not to trust you
I hit up the T's for 80 G's, I'm feeling like my uncle
I grab my blender, get the rental, time to bubble
Twenty jacks, I overnight 'em, this for scam
I might fuck you like you mine, baby, that don't mean I love you
Hoes fighting for a title, this shit feel like Royal Rumble
I've been shitting on my idols, all of a sudden they don't love me
Up the switch, no point in running
Quit my bitch, she ain't a hundred, in your city thuggin'
Rapping like a big dawg, but I know you wasn't
My youngin knock your shit off for a couple hundred
I'm riding with the blick, tryna put you under
I don't need a bitch, I just need a stuffer

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
It's from the chop shop, you'd think the foreign got a title
No, it's just a striker, bro and them scoring, Jordan in the finals
Why he walking down his block? Gon' horse him out his kit
Thought he had prescription Quagen, turned his foreign to a six
Pull up to the spot, we serving tenders just like Bojangles
Had to grow up out of it, 'cause being broke be so painful
Threw it on today, told the camera man to get both angles
So much white up in the kitchen, cuddy doing snow angels
Play with us, it's repercussions, better know the reaper comin'
You be changing up like the cashier, can never be a hundred
Can never be gang, white sticks, black sticks look like ying yang
Chain got a pee stain

[Verse 4: Fordio]
I just need drank
Bae, don't trip I [?] out, I can punch your lights
Slimes catch him out and beat him, that boy getting spanked
Probably was nodding off a four if I show up late

[Verse 5: Prince Geefe]
Somewhere floating off a bean, I just poured an eight
I'm in the trap rocking Celene, cooking oil base
Got racks bussing out the scenes, we been here for days
I hand to hand with fiends, now my son and a king out in [?]

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Riding shotgun, but I got a pistol on me
I'll send your ass to space, it got missiles in it
I guess the sky falling, you got little chicken
Back on my bullshit, damn, it's been a minute

[Outro: BabyTron]
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