Buss 'em 4 Points

Mmm

I'm feeling this shit in my soul

Shouts out to everybody that's riding the train right now

Yeah I see you I know

We riding through the east coast man we love it

Everybody riding that BART... on AC Transit...

You feel me

Yeah, mmm

You already know who it is

Aye who y'all really want?

Yeah

I say who the fuck y'all want

If y'all want Lil B, throw your hands up!

It's Lil ****, man

He put's the flows he's hanging

And I don't gotta have a scraper

Pushing doves and candy

**** call me candy man how I mugged they family

Then you pray for them, some help, **** derranged

Motherfuckers know game recognize game

Me and all my partners recognize game

You paying to have your brain saved

**** we been only slaves

Shit, fuck **** I bash 'em

Make sure they in caskets

Burns **** burn badges

All I'm leaving is ashes

Paper like gaskets

**** know, how I flow, like water

Have em bark like kobe

Fuck a bitch like Kobe

Rolling purple in the swishers

**** know I'm a beast

I'm lonely, dismiss you

Your homie, automatic Glock nine's my homie

Roaming in the streets cause I'm lonely

That's some real shit,

Once again I be going over **** heads

You feel me

They call this that higher echelon of that rap

That higher, uhhh

That next level

Getting money I'm hungry

Bitch I eat a **** face

See the blood now I'm running

Like a car now I'm running

Like a star now I'm shining

**** see my grill, reverse fangs, blue diamonds

Got game, pull diamonds

Nothing less than a dimepiece

Plus I got a quarter piece

In my pocket for sale

Well, shh, I got on bail

And I'm holding your mail

Bitch I'm slanging yo rocks

Taking over your block

Coming over your spot

Was the spots that you hide

Got 'em hotter than pot

Plus I cook, crack the pots

Order psst in the box

**** soda bake ****

Call 'em them chickens

Them motherfuckers ain't listen

Man you know I ain't listen

Man them **** will shine

And go harder than your glisten

And I advise you bitch **** to listen

Got a problem with piston

Can't hold your own gun

Why you **** missing

Man, you missing, man

Mischievious thoughts abouts snitches

Separate us now we back in a division

Got eye contact now we on our mission

Man, got 4 ounces making domino points my ****

Huh, He will follow the point

And he know I hold hollows that point

Going through the skin, muscles, and joints

Gotta hustle for coins

Ain't never free gang, man

I gotta buss 'em 4 points