Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bussin' Out, artist - DJ Scheme. Date of issue: 21.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bussin' Out |
| Uh, uh |
| Mm, yeah |
| Diamonds bust out the meter (Meter) |
| Niggas know it’s beef when I see ya' (When I see ya') |
| Know you wish you could, but you cannot be us (But you can’t) |
| Somethin' tells me you a ho like Selena (Uh) |
| Ridin' in a Lamb' and I ride down the street, uh (Skrrt) |
| New crib in hills, I’m kickin' my feet up (Feet up) |
| Money on the ground, call a maid for her to clean up (Racks) |
| Don’t make a sound, 'cause we ridin' with heaters |
| I’m where you can’t be so you cannot see us |
| Hop in, we go boom (Vroom), headed straight to the moon (Moon) |
| Your bestie droppin' soon (Soon), ice on me, I’m cool (I'm cool) |
| I just ran the mix and it fuckin' up my mood (Mood) |
| Askin' so much questions like, nigga, wish I knew (Yeah) |
| I’m here by myself and I got nothin' to prove (Uh) |
| Need a couple million so I call my nigga like, «What should we do? |
| «(Whould we do) |
| Could’ve fucked your bitch, but that bitch, she ran through (Lil' bitch) |
| All this money in the world can’t take my soul (My soul) |
| It’s three hundred diamonds 'round my neck (Three hundred) |
| Did three shows and I went and got a cheque (Cheque) |
| Bro said, «Hold that» and stack it 'til he dead (Dead) |
| Yeah, nigga you broke, yeah, why you tryna flex? |
| (Tryna flex) |
| Said I won’t stop, yeah I’m up to the morn' (Morn') |
| Bro said, «Let's go,» I’m speedin', I’m gone (Yeah I’m speedin') |
| Still rollin' Backwoods, got dust from the storm (Storm yeah, uh) |
| Diamonds bust out the meter (The meter) |
| Niggas know it’s beef when I see ya' (When I see ya') |
| Know you wish you could, but you cannot be us (No you can’t) |
| Somethin' tells me you’re a ho like Selena (You're a ho) |
| Ridin' in a Lamb' and I ride down the street, uh (Skrt) |
| New crib in hills, I’m kickin' my feet up (Yeah) |
| Money on the ground, call a maid for her to clean up (Code) |
| Don’t make a sound, 'cause we ridin' with heaters (Brrah) |
| Uh, bitch, I’m out of your reach |
| You a snitch, now you ain’t a lot in your streets |
| Came for the freak, I got dick for the freak |
| She said I got dick for days, told her she got ass for weeks |
| Put a halo strap on you, 'cause I keep my GAT on me |
| We got mops, we got sticks, nobody off in Normandy |
| They thought, thought I was gon' fall off, but I still got more of me |
| Told a bitch, «Where were you, when we were on quarantine?» |
| Diamonds bust out the meter (Meter) |
| Niggas know it’s beef when I see ya' (When I see ya') |
| Know you wish you could, but you cannot be us (But you can’t) |
| Somethin' tells me you a ho like Selena (Uh) |
| Ridin' in a Lamb' and I ride down the street, uh (Skrrt) |
| New crib in hills, I’m kickin' my feet up (Feet up) |
| Money on the ground, call a maid for her to clean up (Racks) |
| Don’t make a sound, 'cause we ridin' with heaters |