lirik lagu bussdown pesos – bayline anthem
[verse 1: bussdown pesos]
yeah, ah, we blasting
kick the door, we jacking
blowback, we packing
no questions, we wack them
them n~ggas know, we acting
push a n~gga sh~t backwards
when n~ggas on the other side, said they looking for me lacking
no cappin’, you cappin’, sh~t talking when i’m rapping
dope slinging, i’m trapping
chain hanging, i’m sn~tching
what it say, i’m [?]
you pupper, i’m cracking
you broke cause you lack a shot n~gga, no bragging
in the field, john madden
it’s a movie, no acting
keep it on me, no lacking
gun on me, don’t ax sh~t
you n~ggas there with no action
pull up and we gon’ crash you
bullets make them do a back flip, gymnastics
[?], scandalous, i’m crafty
hit for a hun’ and now your b~tch calling my daddy
she said she love me cause her n~gga got her unhappy
clutching on my forty while the policе trying to harass me
[verse 2: dirt rich]
stop with all that flexing, boy you broke as sh~t, knock off
all my n~ggas k!llеrs, if you trippin’ you get knocked off
i be sipping drink, i love the mud, i love to work hard
i was taught to get it back and stay away from cop cars
everywhere i go they know my name i’m like a rock star
yeah i keep that thing and i pop you like a pop tart
stop with all the faking, boy you lame, you is not hard
yeah i keep that thing and i pop you like a pop tart
baby getting sloppy in a ‘rari
i done brought the thing and it’s a party
she was shaking ass like cardi
yeah i gotta hide, she my little toti
baby getting sloppy in a ‘rari
i done brought the thing and it’s a party
she was shaking ass like cardi
yeah i gotta hide, she my little toti
[verse 3: rob vicious]
been on bullsh~t and i can’t stop, and i won’t stop till the chop cl!ck
most of these n~ggas not sh~t, just pop a lot of that hot sh~t
same pistol i flex would be the same you get popped with
you would think i was from china the way i fell in love with these chopsticks
you ain’t gang n~gga, be cautious
on this side, we live lawless
broke b~tches make me nauseous
n~gga we ain’t taking no losses
baby i ain’t got no conscious
i ain’t mean stupid, i’m honest
i got chopper rounds in my closet
and i hate n~ggas, i promise
we don’t walk around with no wallet, at least a couple bands in my pocket
you don’t walk it n~gga, you talk it
keep on talking i’m gonna chalk ’em
stop it, ay lil’ rob you got a problem
i can’t listen to no b~tch, i never listened to my momma
n~ggas love to play the role until it’s time to do the drama
b~tch i’m about my money rolls, say b~tch i’m all about the dollars
say b~tch i’m all about my dough, look b~tch i’m all about the commas
lil’ n~gga you a hoe and you remind my of yo moma (gang)
trying to keep my cool for like a n~gga fina spaz out
lil’ rob is making moves is what them p~ssy n~ggas mad about
and i did done it all on twenty [?] from my dads house
and all i do is ball, say all a n~gga do is cash out
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