Lyrics 52 Bars - Buso

I rush and bust up out that bitch
Don't give two fucks bout how I did
Cuz she still glad I hit
Bitches love to fuck the kid
Best believe
She still want me ina sheets
She cant get love sex up outta me
Just two minutes but I still beat
Back up on my shits
Always wildin
You can have the bitch
I just want her friend
Collectin body bins
Then them bodies gone
It's some ones that I won't see again
If I ain't stay da night
It's flight risk
On my kite shit
No relation to a bid
Don't get it twisted pimp shit
The kid is bout his business
Never be a witness
Diggers always diggin
No participation ion feel it
Support for what whatcha givin
Need my winnins
Back up on my bully
Bitches see me they go dummy
Playin wit it like Atari
I grabbed my soul and left my body
Pop them xans til I'm unconscious
DMT I'm body watchin
This fucked up my only option
Give two fucks bout a deposit
This depression got me haunted

Depression got me haunted
Always watchin where I'm walkin
Never knowin if I'm noddin
Am I awake or I'm unconscious

Dip up in my bag
I grab some money
Grab my gas
Gettin back to flippin pack
Reup bought a bag
Needa get up off my ass
Go hard til my last
Talk that game I spit that jazz
Whistle mouth I'm callin ass
Daddy teach you somethin class
How to walk it how to add
Don't subtract I don't do that
I go ace and girls go bad
Throwin it back I'm ownin that
I talk my shit I do it big
I go green I'm talkin Ben
Jus that young boy bout his bizz
Boutta get a Benz
Need that job I place my bid
I flip money I go so in
Need a win then don't call him
I shoot one text
Said get him pinned
Take out him and all his men
I go all out while fittin in
The average buck
That's camo skin
I go so wild up off the Gin
But it's the juice that got me bent
Bitches swear he heaven sent
Like I ain't ever do no bad
Look right past how much I sin
Downer with an upper
Ima wildin muhfucka
Passin out awake from slumber
Chug a bottle pull a number
Brand new bitch
I bump her guts out wit no rubber
Eat her up like supper
Leave her with a bounty
Quicker picker upper
Ain't no scootin to the next
Ima take her under cover
Ima teach her game and numbers
Thunder cluster plunder strike
On any muhfucker who thinks she sleepin wit another
Buso claim no other
Don't get me twisted ion love her
But she ain't the main thing ion play no head games
That label shit so damn played
We keepin it still stuck 2 outs first base
Can't afford a strike out
Taught her game now that girl now know my whereabouts
Gotta keep her round solid 10 and got a crown
Drop top the Benz
She who I'm round while I'm rollin round & wilin out
Lil rider outta town
Classy bitch I like that shit
Blonde pussy grips
Thick behind the hips perfect ass I love to grip
I be cheesin when I hit
I ain't frontin get it in from behind
Fronto stuffed and spliffed
Pronto how I move lil bitch