Текст песни Bussdown - Luh Tyler

Took my wrist to the jeweler got it bust down
This bitch just like my wrist she getting bust down
Eyes low like Jackie Chan I'm in rush hour
Got damn that pussy good it got too much power
Probably thinking this shit sweet but it get sour
Got the car the first day you ain't get nothing outta her
I be swimming in the paper having money showers
We be living how we want like the world is ours

Hit the bitch from the back got little shawty shouting
Bitch asking me about my hoes I'm like what about them
You know I can't cut them off bitch that ain't happening
You can cut my fingers off I'm gonna keep snapping
Keep it real on my songs won't catch me capping
Shawty wetter than a whale think I need napkins
Tell them free my brodie Wizz nigga we having
Bitch saved my contact as her ski daddy

Shit got me rich as hell I'm gonna keep rapping
Had little shawty giving head got them knees ashy
Nigga I'm a real stoner wake up breathing gas in
Don't care if she got a man I ain't even asking
Bad bitch she a ten tell her bring that ass here
Nigga still wearing that same fit he had on last year
I'm still fucking on the same bitches I fucked last year
I done ran my bag up guess that's what they mad at

You too young to be a freak where your fucking dad at
Bitch where your daddy at
Fine shit good drugs yeah we having that
Brodie posted in the hood that's his habitat
If you ain't come over here to fuck why you have a cat
Fine shit heart my story had to heart her back
Showed a bitch a big bag she had a heart attack
Double cup big blunt that's my starter pack

Every time I drop some they like run it back
I'm gonna smoke this blunt by myself I don't wanna match
Two chains sitting on my neck that's a hundred racks
Two chains sitting on my neck but they don't got dreads
Little bitch got some good pussy she don't got head
I'm a pot head walk in the booth kill a beat
Make it drop dead nigga got damn

Blue hundreds pink fifties yeah we got them
Thought you said you have benjis I do not see them
You ain't put that shit on boy you not trim
I don't even know who you is but you not him
Shitting on all them niggas said I wouldn't be shit
Trying to ride my fucking wave boy you gonna get sea sick
If the police come this way act like we ain't see shit
Swimming in who you call bae boy I'm in the deep end

Told her if somebody ask girl just tell them we friends
Damn girl you got that ass put me on your close friends
They ain't trying to get no cash man that shit make no sense
Big bag I got hella motion
Hundred blunts back to back I be overdosing
Shawty got that splish splash yeah that's why I dove in
Diamonds getting groovy on my neck trying to slow dance
They can't fuck with me that shit dead they got no chance