I’m a sneaky a*s n***a, wouldn’t trust me
Got the Glock on my hip then I’m bussin.
I’m a sneaky a*s n***a, wouldn’t trust me
Got the Glock on my hip then I’m bustin’
Don’t care about s**t, not nothing
Might pull up, aim it at your cousin
Bustin’, bustin’, pull up aiming for nothing
Bustin’, bustin’, pull up aiming for nothing
Shoot up the crowd, see the s**t shake
Kickin’ this s**t, no sensei
n***a want, he gon’ get baked
My n***as shooting s**t, no NBA
n***as talkin’ fast, have you meet the f*****g draco
And I got the AR shooting through his cakehole
AR, doot doot, sound like a gay cult
And I had to lay him down, now I’m on the lay low.
My shooters pull up, get to bustin’
Bustin’, bustin’, bustin’, bustin’
Bustin’, bustin’, bustin’, bustin’
Bustin’, bustin’, bustin’, bustin’
Bustin’, bustin’, ayy ayy, bustinnn’.