Buss Ya A$$ Lyrics

Lil' Uzi in a passenger, Drac up in the backseat (grah)

If I gotta kill a nigga, it won't be over rap beef (huh)

My dawg just came home with a longer rap sheet (yeah)

Played a couple white boys, had em on that backstreet (huh)

Ran and past that stick to my brodie, like a track meet

He ran and tossed that dirty bitch like after we crack hoes cheeks (yeah)

Pullin' up with no doors, hoppin' outta whole jeeps (huh)

Catch a nigga in traffic while we bumpin' MO3 (ahuh)

All these fuckin' slydin', know they call a nigga greasy

All these bands and drums on me look like Mardi Gras season (ha-haa)

Bird brain bitch, givin' Superdome Caesars

Jacked a nigga main hoe from him just like a Kia (yep)

When my shooters see ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya (no)

Hot stick under the arm, I got a fever

Old school Tec on my hip just like a beeper

With a pretty bitch that eat a nigga, call the hoe Maleena (woo)

Grown ass niggas just be talkin', need a podcast

Don't need a vest or a mask, just grab the body bag (ahuh)

Shots leave your body stone cold when you hear that shattered

Glass 3000 with this big boy, I ain't talkin' Out Kast (boaw)

Stick with the hoodie over, so I got a odd body (huh)

Niggas think they funny in my city, you not Rob Kazi

Been raisin' this cannon in so long, I need a season

Wazzam Fifth? Know a white killer like Tommy Egan (huh)

Hate when niggas actin' tough, know you got a nice life

Get your mans boxed up, clean like G-Nikes whites (woo)

Slydin' like a hockey puck, know you on some thin ice (huh)

All that choppa know is, twerk, I call that hoe my Ice Spice (damn)

Need a pretty hood bitch, I'm outchea yellin'

"Yeah, Glo", here I go, the man right chea and this ain't Mystikal (man right chea)

Know the Feds be listenin', you could write his name though

This ain't Kira, but I get him killed, that's his death note (ahuh)

Comin' through with K's, thots, they not like us, hoe

I'ma let your mans rot, wilder than a dog hoe (woof)

Leave a nigga flatline, tag his ass, underscore

All my soldiers slim, nigga, and they all cutthroat (R.I.P.)

We the reason why y'all second line, call the police (ahuh)

Ain't even bout to claim that nine like I'm from the East (haa)

I'm the hottest out of VL (VL), I made her throw a V (V)

You can make her throw a fit, but she gon' take it off of me (huh)

I don't play with him, stand on business, I'm talkin' lemonade

One hand twerkin' the switchie with a hand grenade (ahuh)

Move iffy, they'll take your picture to get it laminated

Lean with ya, the gun dumb like the anime (ahuh)

I buss ya ass, nigga, it's kill or be killed (boaw)

I whip your ass, bitch

I grab the switch for real

I buss ya ass, nigga, it's kill or be killed

I whip your ass, bitch, bitch, drill or get drilled huh

(Ooouuu that VL nigga did that)