Talk Money Entertainment & Mari Mac & Matches (Rapper) & RicoBaby & Damii & Jay Critch & Vendetta & Mally Bandz
Rich The Kid, Jay Critch & Mally Bandz
Talk Money Entertainment & Mally Bandz & Matches (Rapper) & Vendetta
Talk Money Entertainment & Jay Critch & Mally Bandz & Damii
Talk Money Entertainment & Vendetta & Matches (Rapper) & Damii & SaeTheGuard & Jay Critch
Talk Money Entertainment & Jay Critch & SaeTheGuard
Talk Money Entertainment & Jay Critch & Vendetta
Talk Money Entertainment & Jay Critch & Damii & Mari Mac & Matches (Rapper)
Talk Money Entertainment & RicoBaby & Jay Critch & Matches (Rapper)
Talk Money Entertainment & SaeTheGuard & Jay Critch & TME Nana
Talk Money Entertainment & Vendetta & Jay Critch
Talk Money Entertainment & Jay Critch & Mally Bandz
Talk Money Entertainment & Jay Critch & Famous Dex
Talk Money Entertainment & TME Nana & Jay Critch & Vendetta
Talk Money Entertainment & Jay Critch & Mari Mac
Talk Money Entertainment & Jay Critch & Mari Mac & Rich The Kid
Talk Money Entertainment & RicoBaby & Vendetta & Jay Critch & Doe Gwapo & Mari Mac
[Chorus: Rico Baby]
Pass me the blunt its bussin'
This bitch in my face she blushin'
Imma fuck her and her cousin
Then pass it to gang like its nothing
That boy a 30' don't touch em'
We fuck up the spot and turn nothin' to somethin'
I heard they say we lost it, these niggas broke stop talkin'
They wanna take pics when we jump out the whip
Like where's the roof we tossed it
Bitch I gotta ball no forfeits
Oh he got the gas start em
[Verse 1: Mari Mac]
And I want the whole thing, not a portion
Got the game in a Headlock like Randy Orton
Step in im stuntin' stone cold like im steve Austin
I run up the green when I step into Boston
Stepping to me better proceed with caution
Im breaking them bands on a hunnids
And proceed to father these niggas, they Orphans
Thinking you can fuck with me you [?] dolphins
Lately, all these niggas hate me
But I think they mad cause they ain't me
And I do it greatly, till I get to flood out the AP
Imma keep the fire in the streets, and the gun off of safety
Ain't nothin, a lotta niggas tryna fade me
He can get boxed in a minute like Tyson fights
Rico used to sell that dynamite
I went to college and started breaking down that china white
[Verse 2: Vendetta]
You ain't making money like who is you fooling?
Got in that party, and I got a tool in
We had to stump a nigga out
You can call my phone im never in a drought
I'm [?] and you know im in and out
[?] had to tell my shortie to put it in her mouth
You went the other way took a different route
My money so tall I need me a Ladder
Sipping this drank and, it's all my bladder
High as bone just smoking the sherbert
Im making the plays its top of the morning
Still, I be trapping just came back from tourin'
She told me she left you cause you was too borin'
Used to be civic but now its a foreign
You said that's your wifey, but she out there whorin'
I got the drip like a nigga was pourin'
Gas up the v-12 and it get to roarin'
Dip when I see 12 I got a warrant
I be talking that money you know that im on it
[Verse 3: Jay Critch]
We get the check while these niggas be snorin'
Them niggas pretend
My niggas Ballin like where is the defense
Straight out the streets, yeah we straight out the deep end
Yeah, we straight off the wave
Had to hustle now we getting so paid
I ain't fuck her she just gave me the face
Arms tired, nigga flex every day
Need a milli fuck a minimum wage
In the Bentley took a trip with your lady
Her friends saying that she want Ricobaby
Diamonds drowning, she said somebody save me
All that clowning he get hit it won't Graze em'
Shortie hit me say she want me to glaze it
[verse 4: Doe Gwapo]
Bitch, i got the buzz, Tazer
Pull up on blocks in a [?]
Good brain, that shit major
30' on me you gone pull up in danger
Talk Money or its BNE, 10 down where the [?]
Give a fuck of a hotel all these Airs I BnB
And all of these bags just be beating
7 days away, not for the weekend
Ran through checks, still getting and reason
Better days from ducking them presence
And my lil momma Belizean
She ain't hood but she came from the bleachers
Run down get ran out your sneakers
Or ill swerve on em let it boom like speakers
[Chorus: Rico Baby]
Pass me the blunt its bussin'
This bitch in my face she blushin'
Imma fuck her and her cousin
Then pass it to gang like its nothing
That boy a 30' don't touch em'
We fuck up the spot and turn nothin' to somethin'
I heard they say we lost it, these niggas broke stop talkin'
They wanna take pics when we jump out the whip
Like where's the roof we tossed it
Bitch I gotta ball no forfeits
Oh he got the gas start em
Bussin (Outro) was written by Mari Mac & Doe Gwapo & Jay Critch & Vendetta & RicoBaby.
Bussin (Outro) was produced by Supah Mario.
Talk Money Entertainment released Bussin (Outro) on Tue Jul 30 2019.