| Get it bussin', get it bussin'
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| Bet it bussin', look, on gang, look
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| My niggas don’t sneak for none', we get it bussin'
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| Who is he, he ain’t with us, then we don’t trust him
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| We always be T’d for none', we get it bussin'
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| Big gats, start drummin', get it bussin', ayy
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| My niggas don’t sneak for none', we get it bussin'
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| Who is he, he ain’t with us, then we don’t trust him
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| We always be T’d for none', we get it bussin'
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| Big gats, start drummin', get it bussin', gang
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| Black mask, black truck, suit up
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| We some wild ass shooters
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| Throw supremes, pyramids, boot up
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| Smoke his top, shorty think he too tough
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| Breakin' news, I’m the man, know you heard 'bout it
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| And I heard he want my head, I ain’t worried 'bout it
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| Grab a Sprite, grab a pint, pourin' syrup out it
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| Call my gang Murder Inc, bitch I’m Irv Gotti
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| We don’t show no favoritism, shoot at everybody
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| 'Cause we don’t beef for nothin', the streets be real as fuck
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| Step foot in Chicago and you gon' meet a Glock
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| Drum full of hollows, I only needed one
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| The money and the power, I don’t get enough |
| Give a fuck, talk stupid, fo’nem lit him up
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| New foreign out the shop, got it kickin' dust
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| The pack touch down, gotta pick it up
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| No I am not with that lackin', I’m steady clutchin'
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| Hurry up, chasin' that sack, it’s steady rushin'
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| Put a hole right in his top, boy we ain’t tussle
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| It ain’t nothin', say the word, we get it bussin', gang
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| My niggas don’t sneak for none', we get it bussin'
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| Who is he, he ain’t with us, then we don’t trust him
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| We always be T’d for none', we get it bussin'
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| Big gats, start drummin', get it bussin', ayy
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| My niggas don’t sneak for none', we get it bussin'
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| Who is he, he ain’t with us, then we don’t trust him
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| We always be T’d for none', we get it bussin'
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| Big gats, start drummin', get it bussin', gang
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| This shit is not a game, I do not joke
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| We got smoke, get it bussin' like a thot ho
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| He put up nigga’s hand, duck his taco
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| I’m the boss, CEO, call me Capo
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| This shit was never sweet, I gotta go hard
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| Ridin' with the money in the Goyard
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| My lil bro knock 'em off, it ain’t no prob |
| And I ain’t gotta pay, he do it no charge
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| They call me Dotarachi like a mob boss
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| I put in that work, you niggas called off
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| I just want some top, bitch why your jaws off
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| And I just drunk an eight, I’m finna nod off
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| No we is not with that talkin', we poppin' out
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| Brand new AK with that carbon, we brought 'em out
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| All that sneak dissin' and hating, just for the clout
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| I up it, I’m changing the scope, that’s for the count, yeah
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| My niggas don’t sneak for none', we get it bussin'
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| Who is he, he ain’t with us, then we don’t trust him
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| We always be T’d for none', we get it bussin'
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| Big gats, start drummin', get it bussin', ayy
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| My niggas don’t sneak for none', we get it bussin'
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| Who is he, he ain’t with us, then we don’t trust him
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| We always be T’d for none', we get it bussin'
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| Big gats, start drummin', get it bussin', gang |