Buss It (feat. Travis Scott)

Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend

Like, "Girl, I think my butt gettin' big"

Buss it, pop it, lock it, drop it

We goin' up like the stock hit

Outside and inside the Lambo it's chocolate

Throw it, watch it, cake it, profit

Bands gettin' big, it might buss out our pockets

She keep it wet, I might buss down her locket

BBL, natural, don't care, won't tell

If you coming with gang, leave your phone at the hotel

She know my body, she don't need the intel

On top, spin around, go crazy, carousel

Peyote Jack, wanna know what I inhale

She gettin' thick, ain't no way that you can't tell

I need to put shorty on payroll, she got a bankroll

She do that shit when I say so

Hit from the back, got her grabbin' her ankles

Stand on her neck, I might give her a Van Gogh

And when I'm done, I go out with a bang, though

She say me and my brothers remind her of Bang Bros

She in the mirror tryna work on her angles

She gon' lick on it, spit on it, taste just like pew-pew

Oochie wally, she be wilin', it's out-of-body

She gon' ride it like Kawasaki

She said she was lit off the sake

She left the lobby

Parking lot, gave me head in the 'Gatti

She said she gon' give me the box

And the posse

Fucked around, introduced her to Roddy

Thing on my hip for when shit looking wocky

I might have to buss it, just look at that body

Like damn!

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it

Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it

Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it

Throw it like a stripper, damn

Throw it like a stripper, ayy

Throw it like a stripper, damn

Turn around and tip her, ayy

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it

Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it

Real slim waist with a body on me

Goddamn, I'm poppin', I'm hot

Real thick bands in a motherfucker pants

He was staring from a stance, so I took him to the spot

I don't wanna talk, I wanna be in your mouth

Tell that **** get out, he ain't packing with a Glock

Beggin' for a dance, he ain't even get a chance

Threw it back and let it land, ain't no beggin' me to stop, bitch

Ate the pussy up on Tuesday

Back and the side, yeah, two ways

Give me that top like toupée

Slurpin' on the pussy like Kool-Aid

One don't be enough, I need two baes

**** down my throat like D'USSÉ

Lick all on the tip like brûlée

****, I'ma do whatever you say

Now watch me

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it

Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it

Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it

Throw it like a stripper, damn

Throw it like a stripper, ayy

Throw it like a stripper, damn

Turn around and tip her, ayy

Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it

Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it