Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bustaclip , by - Lil' Flip. Release date: 18.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bustaclip |
| Yeaahhh |
| Yeaahhh |
| Yeaahhh |
| Let’s take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa |
| East coast |
| West coast |
| Midwest |
| To the dirty dirtttyyyy |
| It’s Flip Gates |
| The #1 fly boy |
| I’m strapped nigga |
| Let’s get it poppin' |
| I got a brand new MAC I hope this bitch don’t jam |
| I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam |
| You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram |
| I’m from the hood, so you know I’m down wit any money scam |
| Black Glocks, white Glocks spit like sheet rock |
| You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop |
| A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down |
| You was a nobody, but now you famous now |
| I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG’s |
| Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me |
| You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets |
| You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef |
| You betta |
| Bustaclip (repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs] |
| I can’t deny it, I’m a straight rider |
| You don’t wanna beef wit meee |
| I know some Long Beach Crips (fo' reeeall?) |
| I know some Inglewood Bloods (bloods) |
| And you can ask ??? |
| fans I got Cali love (love) |
| I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land |
| Just to send you a message, I’ll clap your man |
| Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan |
| You lil' boys shouldn’t beef wit a grown ass man |
| I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real |
| And mentioning me, will get you put in dirt fo' real |
| How much that gramma yay, bitch you carry weigh |
| Cause I’m on this Alize and I carry cake |
| I came back to the streets I had to let y’all know |
| And by the way my new deal worth 8.4 |
| So I’mma |
| I’m strapped nigga |
| I’m strapped nigga |
| I’m strapped nigga, what about you? |
| This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas |
| The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers |
| Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked |
| Cross lope and you know it’s goin' doowwnnn (like Yung Joc) |
| 40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit nigga? |
| I’m in a Maserati what you swervin' in nigga? |
| And when I’m out in Cleveland, I’m fuckin' wit X |
| It’s been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech |
| I be in the gun range like everyday |
| You betta pray no drama ever come my way |
| I’m in the studio now wit a gun on my hip |
| And I’m tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and |
| You betta |
| This some shit for the street baby |
| We bust a clip everyday |
| You know what it is |
| I do what I wanna do nigga |
| When I feel like it nigga |
| Track And Productions on the muthafuckin' track |
| Full Effeck is the muthafuckin' future |
| Cross them niggas, I shoot you nigga |
| Any nigga, who got a gun and a chain nigga |
| And that dough, that’s a true d-boy |
| Can’t be a dope boy without a gun and a chain |
| Make sure you got them extra clips nigga |
| But on the real nigga, don’t hate on a nigga when you see me pull up on that |
| Maserati |
| I’m done wit the muthafuckin' Maybach |
| Fuck that shit nigga, I’m on some drop top flashy «Flash Gordon» type shit |
| Biatch, BUSTACLIP! |