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Gucci Mane - Bussdown (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
White Anthony G
White Anthony G
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
J. White Did It
J. White Did It
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wop, D-O-G
Yeah
I just spent like seven million on rings
I got like eight Rolls Royce in my house right now
Shit gettin' outrageous
Damn, I see you copycats out there
Yeah, I'm feelin' myself, uh
[Verse 2]
Ain't no way I'm squashin' my beefs like Drake and Meek (Nah)
Cause blood done got spilled on the skreet, that shit was deep
Survival of the fittest, the weakest, they gettin' eaten
Department of correction, civilians, they gettin' treated
Sorry to mamas and papas I made weep (Mama)
God, thank you for the mama and papa that made me (Pop)
I don't like makin' no promise, I can't keep it (Nope)
I don't fuck with none of these ****, that's no secret (Nah)
I don't fuck with Holmes, and Holmes don't like me (Who, me?)
You could never cancel the gang, we too deep (It's Gucci)
I killed the parkin' lot, I been wanted for ten weeks (Alright)
I pray 'fore I sleep, then sleep with my heat
Predators nothing but prey, you ask me (Huh?)
**** get shot every day on GP (Gresham)
So fly, I touch down, I still ain't touch ground (Ground)
Since I'm the emperor, rock emerald cuts now (Emerald cuts)
Count so much money, got paper cuts now
All kind of plains janes, all bussdowns (Bling)
Same **** wouldn't even trust your born round
Home invader hunt like we huntin' Saddam down
Room raider, traitors can't put they guns down (Boom)
Don't let this shit go over your head, I dumb it down
Finesse town, he paid for a bale, he got a pound
Like 8ball said, y'all pussies all lay it down
[Verse 3]
Yeah
It's Wop
I'm richer, more handsome, more healthy, more cocky
Wrist more rocky, yeah
Money longer, bread stronger
My bitch badder, I got more stamina
My stash done got bananas, damn
I need to stop it, man
I'm getting delusional, bipolar, schizophrenic with the money
Wop
[Verse 4]
Bussdown, bussdown
Bussdown, bussdowns, bussdowns
Bussdowns, bussdowns, bussdowns
Bussdowns, bussdowns, bussdowns
Written by: Anthony Germaine White, Radric Delantic Davis
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