Текст песни Bustin' Clips - DedDreamer feat. Hailen & Lil Abner

Let's get 'em started, my shit go retarded (Yo, 14, you got another one)
I ain't gon' hurt you, so please do not start it
They want me around, I be lit at the party
Go with these ho's on a date, I be tardy
Gang eatin' good, munchin' on calamari
Fuck on yo' bitch, and I'm not sayin' sorry
'Cause she a ho like the rest of these thotties
Boy, don't be testin', I would catch a body
Garbage, slash 'em up, I shoot like Atari
I ain't playing with these boys, I'm not Carti
Smokin' dank, that shit smell someone farted
O.M.G., yeah, them lyrics retarded
Oh, no, please, please do not get me started
Got yo' keys, you ain't leavin' without 'em
Make you, please, sit yo' ass on the bottom
You can see all this Fendi and Prada (Ayy)
Sippin' lean? That's a joke, I don't bother, workin' hard?
Got that shit from my father
She blowin' me, got that shit from her mama
We playin' tag, how I'm chasin' these commas
I spend a bag, fuck you mean? Benny Honda
We drivin' fast, fuck you mean? In a Honda
I'm livin' fast, so I keep me a gunna, ayy, yeah, I keep me a gunna
Ayy, 'cause I'm never gon' stop this shit, 'cause you really gon' pop my wrist
Every time a pussy gonna step up, get the fuck out my way, where you slipped up
Ayy, 'fore he slipped up, all of my homies
They do it for real, don't make me get up and get in that field, bitch

(Ayy) I'm bustin' clips (Ayy) Charlie, I'm fucking your bitch (Ayy)
Shawty, you loving this shit (Yeah) but we do not go for the kids (Nah)
We only hustle for cash (Ching) we are not taking it back (Fuck outta here)
Let it run up on the rack (Yeah) put 'em up there on the stack (Yeah)
(Ayy) I'm bustin' clips (Ayy) Charlie, I'm fucking your bitch (Ayy)
Shawty, you loving this shit (Yeah) but we do not go for the kids (Nah)
We only hustle for cash (Ching) we are not taking it back (Fuck outta here)
Let it run up on the rack (Yeah) put 'em up there on the stack (Yeah)

Ayy, I'm bustin' caps, bitch, Charlie, enough with the cap, uh
Put 'em up there on the stack, don't start fuckin' with me, bitch, I got plans
Fuckin' my bitch from the back, they go brazy, whew, pop them xans
Woah, woah, I'm bustin' clips, when I'm in the room, they up and dip
You know that I'm chasin' come commas, my homie'll fuck on yo' baby mama
I leave his shit faded, I'm causin' some trauma, this just how it is, it ain't no drama
See how I spit? I ain't a llama, she got attached, sleepin' at my crib with pajamas
Makin' some milli's like I'm Obama
It ain't no Billy like Def, no Futurama, keep fuckin' wit' me
That'll bring you some karma, growin' my green like a farmer, Jaden explodin'
Like he Osama, go back four tracks, then start that drama

Middle of the drip like The Bahamas, I'm shootin', he ain't got armor
I'm boomin' a bitch like a missile, I'm in the West, we grippin' them pistols
She blow like a whistle, am I toxic? Well, maybe a little
Fuck it, I know I am, so bitch, just get in the middle
You know you faux, bitch, I'm official, 14 cookin' up
He makin' it sizzle, she ride like a bus, I call her Ms. Frizzle
Explodin' 'em up, I'm yellin' "con brio," we can't make time
I ain't DefNOTBio, he want some respect, but he don't show manners
Countin' some racks, I buy me a manor
Composin' some shit, like I'm Richard Wagner, he can look for criteria
I kidnap an opp, I ain't from Nigeria, they all dirty the cup, it's purp', not bacteria
When I say this shit, I'm serious, you is my son, bitch
I am superior, I make 'em see black and white, paintin' they top red like Syria
If you know the shit that you sayin', then tell me the trivia
If you can, then that's good for you, no Olivia, I paint your top red again
Like Bolivia, if you talkin' shit over and over, nobody believin' ya
Don't listen to bitches that talk shit, 'cause they won't believe in ya
Don't keep all of them posers around, 'cause soon, they'll be leavin' ya

(Ayy) I'm bustin' clips (Ayy) Charlie, I'm fucking your bitch (Ayy)
Shawty, you loving this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) but we do not go for the kids (Nah)
We only hustle for cash (Ching) we are not taking it back (Fuck outta here)
Let it run up on the rack (Yeah, yeah, yeah!), put 'em up there on the stack (Yeah!)
(Ayy) I'm bustin' clips (Ayy) Charlie, I'm fucking your bitch (Ayy)
Shawty, you loving this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) but we do not go for the kids (Nah)
We only hustle for cash (Ching), we are not taking it back (Fuck outta here)
Let it run up on the rack (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) put 'em up there on the stack
(Yeah, what?)

Yo, 14, you got another one, yeah, let's go
On that Lil' 14 shit, Lil' 14
Get another one
Yeah