Bussin Moves

Yeah, Trap

Juicy, ****

(I'm back, ****, I'm back, ****, I'm back, ****)

(Time out, ****, time out, ****)

I'm on Trap, ****

(I got something new, ****, something new, ****)

Fifth at home, the kitchen counter

Choppers in the living room

Twenty-four today, but I would call the shots at twenty-two

Rich in the park, hula hooping

V12 when I slide through

Why I'm beefing with a **** who just got one pair of shoes?

So I'm the bad number smacker, sorry that I hit your boots

**** did two passes just, bitch, that's what we call a coupe

Break the house, he had to move

He hating, he lost his juice

Can't get me off, pour the juice

In traffic, I'm bustin' moves

I just met the lean up with the addict, bitch, I'm super cool

He did a move, five up in the armor, just to learn to shoot

Play with me, bitch, I'ma shoot

All these birds, this bitch is Zeus

He rhymin' like Dr. Seuss

Them raps ain't it, I thought you knew it

Number baddest, this ain't Zeus

Bitch want me, go buy a dude

I'm the addict, trappin', geekin' hard, bitch, I'm scared to poop

'Bout to take Smith, I ran the route

All these birds up in the house

Six figures just for a album

What your deal? I know you cash

He dissin', I sent the loot

That cost me like forty, ooh

Shit on me, no toilet stool

Drop the salt, that ain't no juice

Keep playin', I send 'em through

Fucked up the bumper, film 'em too

Thought tellin' me that I'm trippin', ****, I just poured a fool

Fiddle on the kitchen counter, choppers in the living room

Twenty-four today, but I would call the shots at twenty-two

Rich in the park hula hoopin', V12 when I slide through

While I'm beefin' with a **** who just got one pair of shoes

So I'm the bad number smacker, sorry that I hit your dude

****, this two passenger, bitch, that's what we call a coupe

Break the house, he had to move

He hatin', he lost the juice

Can't get me off, pour the juice

In traffic, I'm bustin' moves

In traffic, I'm switchin' lanes

I'm here, now you here to change

Stay wackin', he want some fame, fuck it

We gon' make him famous

Street trappin', he bought a shame

K2 got the sales stanky

I feel you, you ran it up, but you can't let that paper change you

Bad bitches love traps, ****, that's the fuckin' truth

Defense up on cover too, my country bitch got push and boost

I'm the same **** from the subject, ran my chains up

Never made a thirty in a week, can't let it change ya

Fifty on the kitchen counter, choppers in the living room

Twenty-four today, but I would call the shots at twenty-two

Rich in the park hula hoopin', V12 when I slide through

While I'm beefin' with a **** who just got one pair of shoes

So I'm the bad number smacker, sorry that I hit your dude

**** did two passenger, bitch did what we call a coupe

Spray that house, he had to move

He hatin', he lost his juice

Can't get me off, pour the juice

In traffic, I'm bustin' moves