Bustdown Lyrics

Ain't no way, I'm feelin' down

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't no way, I'm feelin' down

Would get nothin' if I frown

Came from one divided by nine

I'll be swimmin' through the Nile

Cleansed myself from all the sins

Know shit's gettin' really tense

With the vision I don't spill

With momentum stay on peek

I'ma record, do the mix

Double cup and it don't leak

Do the manage to release

I will drop it if they please

When they listen, they're like jeez

Swear on god that I don't miss

Felt the music 'fore I was six

I did start it as a kid

Didn't know I'll be like this

I'm in Eden with the kicks

Swear these hoes don't want no peace

Wanna fly them to the Greece

Now I'm flooded with the wrist

Now I'm flooded with the chicks

This time only took the thick ones

Only dip, don't tip

Only big thots on the list

All these faces in the mist

Now got few inside my clique

And we rollin' on the streets

They don't like me so they're pissed

We gon hit 'em with the sticks

All these choppas, glizzies hit

They all wanna be like this, go

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Know some people that I wanna pop now

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Swear my mama don't want me get lockdown

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nowadays I'm feelin' like I'm up now

Now they turnin' back, back, all upon you

Swear these people care about the bustdown (rah, rah)

All these hoes they wanna get rich

All they do is showin' them tits

Audemars is timin' my wrist

Other hand is grabbin her legs

All these opps they seein' my fist

Watchin' me whenever I piss

5 am I'm fuckin' your

Better not she don't want your speech

I'm puttin' the icebergs, don't care bout fee

She can't leave without me, no more than a feet

I'm choosin' them wisely, only fuck with 10's

So Please God forgive me I'm makin' some sins

I travel round world to taste all of the things

24 for seven, I'm catchin' the links

We On the spree, I might buy me some tees

We Independent, no shit on the lease, yeah

We fillin' the seats, yeah

You're not on the list, yeah

Kicked out with the cleats, yeah

Get fucked now you spinned

I'm fuckin' your bitch

She like you the least

Lil hoe that she cheats

Yeah, you 'bout to dance to the MP3

Yeah, I'm bit crazy with the M16

They don't want me with mags in the magazines

Too political with the shit I'll be

They want me I'm walkin' MVP

That's what your boy tryna hard to be

Like for real, no kizzy

We all tryna grab for the digits

We all wanna swagin' like Diddy

I'm killin' this shit ain't no kiddin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Know some people that I wanna pop now

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Swear my mama don't want me get lockdown

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nowadays I'm feelin' like I'm up now

Now they turnin' back, back, all upon you

Swear these people care about the bustdown