BUST DOWN

[Intro]
Bust down
Eva Shaw on the DAW
Buss buss buss buss
Buss buss buss down buss

[Chorus: Kris the $pirit]
Buss it Buss it
Bust down my cross, oh my God
Floss like a boss in that Porsche
Buss it Buss it
Bust down my bitch she so gorgeous
Throw that ass back, nice performance
Buss it Buss it
Throw that ass back
Make it clap
No R&B this that trap
Buss it Buss it
So hard, no keys this that crack

[Verse 1: Fedd the God]
N*gga, they want that North Side Shit
Bust down my wrist, what it cost me
Neck wearing all ice, Sydney Crosby
Plug just touched down so he tossed me (hello)
20 white bricks in the car seat
These N*ggas is snitching, thats where they lost me
These n*ggas is hating, thats where they lost me
I got bad bitches, they bossy
I got bad bitches in the lobby
Freak hoes calling me Papi (much)
I’m that n*gga don’t knock me
Google me baby I’m poppin

[Chorus: Kris the $pirit]
Buss it Buss it
Bust down my cross, oh my God
Floss like a boss in that Porsche
Buss it Buss it
Bust down my bitch she so gorgeous
Throw that ass back, nice performance
Throw that

[Verse 2: Fedd the God & Kris the $pirit]
Throw that ass nice performance
My meat on her grill like George Forman’s
I got mad bitch like Mormons
Codeine, I’m asleep now I’m snoring
I cannot fuck with dem boys
They not about it of course
Your biddy just hollered I'm
Getting her moist
The way that I'm dripping I really didn't give her a choice
Get a divorce
Kim K, Meek Mill
Big bank, big wheels, came along way from
That dank fish scaled

[Chorus: Kris the $pirit]
Buss it Buss it
Bust down my cross, oh my God
Floss like a boss in that Porsche
Buss it Buss it
Bust down my bitch she so gorgeous
Throw that ass back, nice performance

[Verse 3: Reeves Junya]
These niggas move Donnie Brasco
No hoes like Johnny Bravo
Where he come from, what he got on
Bitch I look like I just hit the lotto
Switching hoes up, switching time zones
Bitch I’m froze up, these ain’t rind stones
This a trophy, this a milestone
Paint a picture, I’m the rap Picasso
This isn’t personal, water round my neck
Your bitch getting thirstier
Just give her dick, no I don’t got a purse for you
Ain’t Eva Shaw then I don’t got a verse for you
Ain’t trying to work with you
I ain’t even done, Shorty think she bad and I ain’t even come
Send me all them texts and I ain’t reading one
Send me all them texts and I ain’t reading none
Niggas try to bring me down then bring me up
Then they see me out they try to mediate
This is the reason why we don’t believe ya
You a pussy off of social media
Wowwww

[Chorus: Kris the $pirit]
Buss it Buss it
Bust down my cross, oh my God
Floss like a boss in that Porsche
Buss it Buss it
Bust down my bitch she so gorgeous
Throw that ass back, nice performance
Nice performance

[Verse 4: Kris the $pirit]
Throw that ass back
Make it clap
No R&B this that trap
So hard, no keys this that crack
No Narcs these Niggas moving like rats

[Outro]
Buss buss buss down
Buss buss
Buss buss down
Eva Shaw on the DAW