greyhound

[Intro]
(Tour cross the country, no Greyhound bus)
(Can't fuck wit me, can't fuck wit us)
(Listen to my music, and you askin', where she found it)

[Chorus]
Ain't slowin' up, ain't goin' back down
Hate goin' back to my town, my city
Hoe fuck wit me, but she ain't gon' stay, around
Cut the bitch off, she play around
She love the way I pound it
She like the way it's soundin'
Listen to my music, and you askin', where she found it

[Verse]
Tour cross the country, no Greyhound bus
Can't fuck wit me, can't fuck wit us
Don't like to fight, don't like no tusslin'
I don't like to talk, don't like no fussin'
Fuckin' bad hoe, she gon' get to bussin'
She said that she love the way I'm fuckin' it
Walk around like I'm fuckin' tuckin' it
Lamb truck, Urus truckin' it
In a rut, you be stuck in it, I'm on a run
Get hot as the sun, get high like Superman, fly like planes
She just did that math test, she gon' gimme brain

[Chorus]
Ain't slowin' up, ain't goin' back down
Hate goin' back to my town, my city
Hoe fuck wit me, but she ain't gon' stay, around
Cut the bitch off, she play around
She love the way I pound it
She like the way it's soundin'
Listen to my music, and you askin', where she found it

[Outro]
(Tour cross the country, no Greyhound bus)
(Can't fuck wit me, can't fuck wit us)
(Listen to my music, and you askin', where she found it)