Bussin'!
Gravy, Y2K, that's bussin'
Said I wasn't gonna hit? Fuck it
Gravy always makin' rain, buckets
Lil' momma said she clean? Don't trust it
I might fuck around a start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? bussin'
Time piece pink face? bussin'
Chimichurri on a steak? bussin'
And when I'm wit' yo bae? Bussin'
Shawty said she clean? (Huh)
Uhh, suspect
Double wrap 'cause the ass rambunctious (Rambunctious)
Hair? Luscious
Said she out my league, but I did her justice
Lil' momma suck it up like she Kirby
Horses in the whip like the Kentucky Derby
I don't play golf, but I stay with the birdies
Bitch I'm dumb cold, call me Mr. McFlurry
Said I wasn't gonna hit (Hit, hit, hit)
Fuck it
Gravy always makin' rain, buckets
Lil' momma said she clean? Don't trust it
I might fuck around a start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? bussin'
Time piece pink face? bussin'
Chimichurri on a steak? bussin'
And when I'm wit' yo bae? Bussin'
Ran off with your bitch, I said 'vamoose' (Who?)
Fresh as hell, always in a tan suit
Spittin' rhymes, gettin' dimes, call me Dr. Seuss
Feel like lucky charms, bitch I got a pot o' loot
Fuck that, runway I wear a Gap
Ghostride, one way Cadillac
Eat fresh, Subway with the pack
Sippin' tea, with your love, young chap (Shut the fuck up)
Said I wasn't gonna hit (Hit, hit, hit, woah)
Fuck it
Gravy always makin' rain, buckets
Lil' momma said she clean? Don't trust it
I might fuck around a start a ruckus, yeah
Yoko with the yay? bussin'
Time piece pink face? bussin'
Chimichurri on a steak? bussin'
And when I'm wit' yo bae? Bussin'
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