Bussdown

[Intro]
I done ran up a check, I done finally did it
(Punch me in, Fame)
Bussdown Cartier, swear to God I'ma get it (Let's go, Kam)

[Chorus]
I done ran up a check (Ran it up), I done finally did it
Buss down the whole whip (Baw, baw), bust down the whole city
Bussdown Cartier (Watch how I work 'em), swear to God I'ma get it
In the house, sittin' back (Weight off), gettin' fat like I'm Diddy
Flippin' packs back-to-back (Jumping jacks), got money in the ceiling
Just flew her out, now she tryna take a fucking picture (Lil' mama trippin')
Just kicked her out, now she hollerin', "Damn, Lit Yoshi trippin'" (You trippin')
I can't get caught slippin', I can't go back fuckin' with you bitches (Take it back?)

[Verse]
Ten-thousand in my closet (On God), I ain't wear that yet
Like ayy, thirty-thousand on my wrist but I ain't lied yet (I ain't lied)
I got them youngins in that field (Them bodies), and they put shit to rest
Ain't got no more guns, I passed them out, they put that bitch to rest
(He disrespect) He can't get mad, respect the game because he disrespect
Ran through a hunnid (Huh?)
Saved up sixty, you ain't get it yet? (Still ain't get it?)
Been home for five months, went through a hunnid, you ain't get that yet?
Came home to five (Fuck the money)
I blew that shit 'cause I can get it back
That Cartier gon' be mines with a bussdown TBG to match
Was gon' put it in my mouth (Ha), but they say my regular teeth'll match
Want 'bout twenty or fifteen for a show, my choppas and my people there
They don't want me at the top, well they gon' drop when they see me there
Rich queen do this, I might buss her down with her own sack
Them hoes up in they feelings, want my seats, but I can't take that back
On house arrest, people went left but you can't take that back
They thought that it was over (I'm kinda playa, though), when I'm sittin' back stacking every rack
I just parked a Hemi in the yard, but I can't drive that shit (Fuck that car)
I flip that car for mo' money, I got tired of it
If you want a job, come get a job, I got all that shit (You bet' not break it down)
Don't break it down, 'cause you know I got a lot of it (They want some drugs)
Users calling back to back they want another (Fuck his mother) Rico really out his mind, he tryna kill a mother (Ha)
That cap beefin' on the gram, fuck them motherfuckers (That nigga dead)
Might put ten on his head just like I did his brother

[Chorus]
I done ran up a check, I done finally did it
Buss down the whole whip, bust down the whole city
Bussdown Cartier, swear to God I'ma get it
In the house, sittin' back, gettin' fat like I'm Diddy
Flippin' packs (Jumping jacks) back-to-back, got money in the ceiling
Just flew her out (Lil' mama trippin'), now she tryna take a fucking picture (You trippin')
Just kicked her out, now she hollerin', "Damn, Lit Yoshi trippin'"
I can't get caught slippin', I can't go back fuckin' with you bitches