Bust Down

[Intro]
(Architekz)

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Uh, Margielas cost nine-fifty
Fuck around and spend some time with me
Hold on, hold on, ain't gotta lie to me
Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime with me
Bust down, Yeezy 950s
I don’t want these broke niggas eyein' me
I don’t want these broke niggas nowhere by me
How you bust down but your time tickin'?

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
If you ain't gang you can’t hang with me
Shit, I'm a lame if a lame with me
These other niggas want the fame off me
I'd rather keep my 40 and my main with me
Gang shit but my brothers who I hang with
SOB the gang and I could never lane switch (SOB shit)
How much that cost? A nigga house rent
Thousand dollar shoes, standin' on the couch shit
Oh, I need a ride or survivor
Oh, I'm so glad that you signed up
I'm gettin' closer and closer
And I'll take you higher and higher
Baby, show me what that cash 'bout
What that mouth 'bout, made a nigga damn near pass out
While we talkin' let me tell you what my last 'bout
She start to feel a nigga, end up lettin' all her past out
I'm not that nigga that emotionally hurt you
But I know some shit that could physically work you
I-I got some shit that could visually serve you
Get mentally prepared for what I got in store, girl, you know
Like hold on, nigga, back, back
If it ain't about that cash you could have that
I’ll leave your last nigga where he stand at
And just to see you happy, you know he can't stand that

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Damn, how you bust down but your time tickin'? (Broke nigga)
Always talkin' 'bout a foreign, never ride in 'em (Nigga, stop lying)
Broke where? Bitch my shoes cost like nine hundred (These Margielas, nigga)
Red bottoms with the spikes and I ain't stand in line for 'em, bitch
I don't say shit, I let them bands talk
If you see me limpin', don't trip, that's that band walk
Told the bitch to slide and when she do take them pants off
I'm talkin' house rent if I tell you what these pants cost
Probably got you niggas' stash on me
Bitch, I keep that cash on me
Rubber band stacks and my shooter keep that MAC on him
Fuck them broke niggas, come and blow this money fast with me
And I ain't trick or treatin' but you know I keep that bag on me
Stitch lip to the grave, I don't drop, I just knock dimes
And I don't Twitter beef but my clip longer than a timeline
Bust down Rollie, fucked around and caught frostbite
And leave that lame nigga if you wanna live this boss life, bitch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Margielas cost nine-fifty
Fuck around and spend some time with me
Hold on, hold on, ain't gotta lie to me
Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime with me
Bust down, Yeezy 950s
I don’t want these broke niggas eyein' me
I don’t want these broke niggas nowhere by me
How you bust down but your time tickin'?