Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bussdown, artist - ShooterGang KonyDate of issue: 25.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bussdown |
| I just bust down my Rollie, ho, we ain’t on the same time |
| Money talk, baby, we ain’t on the same line |
| All these pointers in my wrist, I can change time |
| You can see it in my face that it’s game time |
| You say you with it, nigga, step then, ayy |
| You ain’t gettin' right, you gettin' left then |
| We don’t know you, boy, shit, you gotta check in, ayy, ayy |
| Ridin' with them Glocks and them FN’s |
| Ayy, when I was twelve, I went to jail, I still ain’t never made no statement, |
| bitch |
| I’m Kony Korver with this weapon, who you playin' with? |
| Bust down my neck, so you can’t see me when I take a pic |
| So much money, get away with givin' lazy dick |
| Popped too many niggas with that same nine, I’m on it, yeah |
| Yeek from Arizona, shot that bitch in California (Yeah) |
| Blizzard on my neck the reason why she got pneumonia |
| Check the pointers, bust that .38 and leave you on the corner |
| What I’m doin'? Grippin' tools, you try, I’ll see you on the news |
| I play it bool 'cause I’m a Blood but I’ma give that boy the blues (Woop) |
| Young nigga tryna stack more money than a Jew |
| I’m only cherrypicking shots because I know who I’ma shoot, gang |
| I just bust down my Rollie, ho, we ain’t on the same time |
| Money talk, baby, we ain’t on the same line |
| All these pointers in my wrist, I can change time |
| You can see it in my face that it’s game time |
| You say you with it, nigga, step then, ayy |
| You ain’t gettin' right, you gettin' left then |
| We don’t know you, boy, shit, you gotta check in, ayy, ayy |
| Ridin' with them Glocks and them FN’s |
| Had to get myself up out of shit because I know how to move |
| Lately, all I do is win, I don’t know how to lose |
| Either the Bentley or the Benz, I don’t know how to choose |
| I’m the hottest nigga out, I don’t know how to cool |
| Yeah, that big facts, thumbin' through them big racks (Yeah) |
| Let that chopper spit on a bitch, Draco got a kickback (Yeah) |
| Fuck around and get your shit snatched |
| You be squeakin' like a mouse, you a big rat (Yeah), ayy |
| All that tellin' that you doin' (All that tellin' that you doin'), nigga |
| I hope you got insurance (I hope you got insurance) |
| 'Cause them niggas on your ass, we ain’t goin' for it (We ain’t goin' for that |
| shit) |
| I was down on my last, fourth and ten, I was goin' for it, shit |
| I just bust down my Rollie, ho, we ain’t on the same time |
| Money talk, baby, we ain’t on the same line |
| All these pointers in my wrist, I can change time |
| You can see it in my face that it’s game time |
| You say you with it, nigga, step then, ayy |
| You ain’t gettin' right, you gettin' left then |
| We don’t know you, boy, shit, you gotta check in, ayy, ayy (Chang) |
| Ridin' with them Glocks and them FN’s (Hear ye, hear ye) |
| I just bust down my Patek, don’t panic |
| When she see me, know it’s goin' down, Titanic |
| She a demon on that dick, but she was just in church with granny |
| I had let her get on top to ride, she still ain’t understand it |
| Ayy, what you doin', Chang? |
| Checkin' traps, strapped, ridin' 'round with my tool |
| Big 40, I’ll give a nigga the blues |
| I bet I can knock a bitch in and out a Prada 'fit |
| I’m a sixteen, my granny and my mama was some pimps |
| That’s on my daddy, he a cook, but I ain’t take the route |
| I was on the block pissin', I got paper now |
| Murder, murder, kill, kill, go’n lay 'em out |
| If you like livin', keep my name out your fuckin' mouth |
| I just bust down my Rollie, ho, we ain’t on the same time |
| Money talk, baby, we ain’t on the same line |
| All these pointers in my wrist, I can change time |
| You can see it in my face that it’s game time |
| You say you with it, nigga, step then, ayy |
| You ain’t gettin' right, you gettin' left then |
| We don’t know you, boy, shit, you gotta check in, ayy, ayy (Chang) |
| Ridin' with them Glocks and them FN’s (Hear ye, hear ye) |