Lyrics bussin! - Yung Gravy

Bussin'!
Gravy, Y2K, that's bussin'
Oouuh

Said I wasn't gonna hit? fuck it
Gravy always makin' rain, buckets
Lil' momma said she clean? don't trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? bussin'!
Time piece pink face? bussin'!
Chimichurri on a steak? bussin'!
And when I'm wit' yo bae? bussin'!

Shawty said she clean? (huh)
Uhhhhh, suspect
Double wrap 'cause the ass rambunctious (rambunctious)
Hair? luscious
Said she out my league, but I did her justice
Lil' momma suck it up like she Kirby
Horses in the whip like the Kentucky Derby (giddy up)
I don't play golf, but I stay with the birdies
Bitch I'm dumb cold, call me Mr. McFlurry

Said I wasn't gonna hit (hit, hit, hit)

Fuck it
Gravy always makin' rain, buckets
Lil' momma said she clean? don't trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? bussin'!
Time piece pink face? bussin'!
Chimichurri on a steak? bussin'!
And when I'm wit' yo bae? bussin'!

Ran off with your bitch, I said "vamoose" (who?)
Fresh as hell, always in a tan suit
Spittin' rhymes, gettin' dimes, call me Dr. Seuss
Feel like lucky charms, bitch I got a pot o' loot
Fuck that, runway I wear a gap
Ghostride, one way, Cadillac
Eat fresh, Subway with the pack
Sippin' tea, with your love, young chap (shut the fuck up)

Said I wasn't gonna hit (hit, hit, hit, woah)

Fuck it
Gravy always makin' rain, buckets
Lil' momma said she clean? don't trust it
I might fuck around and start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? bussin'!
Time piece pink face? bussin'!
Chimichurri on a steak? bussin'!
And when I'm wit' yo bae? bussin'!