Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buss The Red, artist - P Money.
Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Song language: English
Buss The Red |
They say they want my life until they seen my life was mad |
My first thing was aunties friend when I think back my life was mad |
I lost a lot and made it back I found connects I made a pact |
Driving up and down the M way thanking God we made it back |
When it comes to earning bags there’s no discriminating fam |
I serve the whites, I serve the blacks, I serve the scat, I serve the wags |
I serve the balls like tennis man, I never spoke but they said thanks |
Thy never knew m but they told their party they know a chap |
Round about 19 my mum weren’t making more than me |
I bought the fridge, I bought a bed I filled the yard with plasma screens |
She found my wraps of coke and Maj I told her lies it wasn’t me |
But they’re the things you can’t un see I didn’t know if she believed |
Especially when I started buying show room whips at 23 |
I saw the feds and they saw P, I got the word they’re on to me |
Cause I was bait as they can be, cause I was really in the streets |
I hid my face it got to the point like what’s the point they know its me |
I heard the sirens stop my car like what do you want |
They pulled me twice a day it was long man’s asking questions what have you got |
Like I’m gonna tell them I’ve got class A B and C man what do you want |
They dragged me up and touched my car, to this day I think they took my watch |
Everyday I went through this, I’m feeling away don’t like the pigs |
I was hyping up and talking shit, while handcuffed they caught me in the ribs |
But I never stopped i kept on going, they asked my girlfriend how’d you know him |
I could see where this was going, dodging charges they keep throwing |
This is what its like when you’re a product of your ends |
You hear different tones and different voices in your head |
Paranoia kicks in got me thinking he’s a fed |
Got me asking why you keep repeating what I said? |
When I was 17 I used too run and hop the fence |
Now I’m driving cars I bust a right then bust a left |
Bust another one watching the mirrors got to check |
Even though I’m far ahead I hear fuck it buss the red |
This is what its like when you’re a product of your ends |
You hear different tones and different voices in your head |
Paranoia kicks in got me thinking he’s a fed |
Got me asking why you keep repeating what I said? |
When I was 17 I used too run and hop the fence |
Now I’m driving cars I bust a right then bust a left |
Bust another one watching the mirrors got to check |
Even though I’m far ahead I hear fuck it buss the red |
Buss the red |
Buss the red |
Buss the red |
Needed a break I was hiding in the raves |
I used to go there every weekend all the bouncers knew my face |
I had the Prada’s, had the chains, I had their girlfriends on my case |
I never drank but they would say so much funny such a babe |
I can’t lie man I was trouble had their boyfriends acting jealous |
They weren’t heavy they get peppered, just a bunch of storytellers Doubled with |
some main bredda’s, G’d up by OG fellas |
From the streets until the top these family ties cannot be severed |
This is what its like when you’re a product of your ends |
You hear different tones and different voices in your head |
Paranoia kicks in got me thinking he’s a fed |
Got me asking why you keep repeating what I said? |
When I was 17 I used too run and hop the fence |
Now I’m driving cars I bust a right then bust a left |
Bust another one watching the mirrors got to check |
Even though I’m far ahead I hear fuck it buss the red |