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Who really bust those clips
Who really run that shit
Yeah, me
Who really won that chick
Take you on a southside trip
Yeah, bitch
Who you know move that swift
Buss down Cartier wrist
Klink, klink
Who is the new topic
Who is your new top pick
Yeah, G
Who really bust those clips
Who really run that shit
Yeah, me
Who really won that chick
Take you on a southside trip
Yeah, bitch
Who you know move that swift
Buss down Cartier wrist
Klink, klink
Who is the new topic
Who is your new top pick
Yeah, G

And you know how I get it
New topic ain't sweating
New styles I'm inventing
Move smoothly Gene Kelly
I'm shining
I'm smiling
No challenge
They hiding behind windows that's tinted
Buss it down, buss it down, huh
Run it up
Run it back
Where you been
Where you at
Running slow
Running fast
Wanna catch up
Wanna catch, wanna catch, wanna catch me
Wanna cash, wanna cash, wanna cash in
Open your mind and you will see
I'm inclined artistically
Ballistic missiles is missing me
A different beast
A different breed
Articles about me ripping arteries
Slipping - arguably
Why you doubting me
I'm a new, new, new entity I have entered in
Don't care 'bout your social ladders and magazines
I got a magazine
An arsenal
I'm in a premier league
I'm with a premium team
Going over rappers since my pre-teens
No luck and no pretty please
The scenes you flee I conquer
And show the skills I build
The pain I felt
Say fuck the wealth
The mic I melt
And bleed 'till bad blood is dealt with,

Who really bust those clips
Who really run that shit
Yeah, me
Who really won that chick
Take you on a southside trip
Yeah, bitch
Who you know move that swift
Buss down Cartier wrist
Klink, klink
Who is the new topic
Who is your new top pick
Yeah, G
Who really bust those clips
Who really run that shit
Yeah, me
Who really won that chick
Take you on a southside trip
Yeah, bitch
Who you know move that swift
Buss down Cartier wrist
Klink, klink
Who is the new topic
Who is your new top pick
Yeah, G

Who really bust it?
Bust it
I'm at the top, yeah, bitch end of discussion
I wanna kill birds so feathers are rustled
You may be a dog but you come with a muzzle
You may be a bear but I got clips and we cuddle
I got sticks like kids that's double
You don't reign dear
Put a red dot on yo nose, yeah, you Rudolph
You street, street, gang, gang, but talk to the federal bureau
You stay in one place
I jump over you hurdles
I burst all of your bubbles
Your vision is tunnel
You falling
You drowning
You tripping and stumbling
There ain't shit that can replace me
My shit wavy like a jet ski
There ain't shit that can impress me
I slide on it like Gretzky
I don't believe a word that you saying
You in the game but not playing
I'm the top pick like a mayor
You last pick
You frail like hair
Riding these beats like rodeo
One day I'm a legend like fairy tale I know
You a hater the date you update is the day I will be six feet below

Who really bust it?
Who really run it?