Bussin

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Doe Boy]

That nigga said fuck me, his bitch like me and he broker than me

Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy

Oh, really?

Sip (Sip)

Yeah (What? What?)

Clean (What?)

Gang (Gang, what? What?)

Gang (What?)

Let's go, let's go

[Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]

Pills turned a nigga to a junkie (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, junkie)

Came out the mud, sip muddy (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, muddy)

Geekin', ho, peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this shit, get bloody (Let's go, brrt)

I tweak out with this thirty (Thirty)

Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)

My youngin, he really a savage (Okay), he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Ha)

Pussy-ass boy said fuck me, really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me (That's crazy, fool)

Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say that she dumpеd me (I'm cuttin' a, cuttin' a check)

God in the hood, I run it (I run it)

Namе it, I done it (I done it, yeah)

Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No, no)

His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?)

[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]

Went to his mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brrt, brrt)

Can't catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, can't hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt)

He think she faithful, she meet a rich nigga, his bitch get bought (Mwah)

Same nigga I used to smack up, bitch, when you get this hard? (That's crazy, pussy)

Trauma teach these lil' niggas they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz)

I got this fifty, get murdered, can't go out like Ja Rule on earth (Don't do that, Doe Beezy)

He tried to jump in the streets and his brains got left on the curb (Bitch-ass nigga)

Geekin' off pills, I wanna shoot everything that get on my nerves (Brrt, brrt, think I'm playin'?)

Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash)

But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't lil' Chris, ain't a nigga gon' whip my ass (What? What? Fool), you dig?

Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (Skrrt, woo, yoom, shit)

Go get a shooter, we shoot up the nigga he braggin' 'bout (Brrt, brrt, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)

I call his bitch and I'm smashin', she know a young nigga havin' (Young nigga havin', Freebandz)

He come 'round here actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket (Grrt, grrt, doo, doo, doo)

I'll have my shooter pull up, hit his basket (Swish)

Said he want drama, my niggas dramatic (Let's go)

RBMG, murder fanatic (Gang)

These niggas bitches, belong in a pageant (Pussy)

I can't fuck with him, he ratted (No, no)

Fuck wit' 'em, we make you get him tatted (Let's go)

Your favorite rapper, he a pussy, I bet he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real)

Heard he was ballin', so I sent a hitter, my youngin came through and he batted (Brrt, brrt)

Rollie don't tick-tock, but reach for this bitch, watch, this bitch gon' start dancin'

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]

Yeah, man, that bitch ain't nothin', I ain't even really want her touch, yeah (Oh, really?)

Put together all my rhymes, but I'm far from a buster

Make your bitch wait in line (Line, line), niggas gotta catch up just like mustard (Ayy)

Every girl with me probably done sucked somethin'

She said, "You got on too much money" (Ayy)

She know my bitch gave her hush money (Ayy, shh)

I buy Louis V like hush puppies (Ayy, yeah)

I don't gotta eat, got drug stomach (Yeah)

Take a G6, I feel like I got vomit (Ugh, yeah)

Gettin' money, I swear that I got hot (What?)

I remember, used to sleep on the cot (Yeah, huh?)

Drug lord, yeah, my neck, it got rocks (Rocks)

I love whores, but she love all the guap (Uh)

Now she in my tracts while suckin' up cock (Ugh)

Baby diamonds lay on my Gucci socks (Yeah)

Stay with beams on the bottom of my Glock (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)

Pull out fifty-seven, I just opened the lock (Yeah)

Man, I knew I had it because I got a lot

So many cars, I need to go buy a lot

Bitch, I'm hot like a Cheeto, black like Don Cheadle (Oh)

Oh, that's your baby? Put her in fetal (Uh)

Eternal Atake, open her keyhole (Yeah)

Got a D-Eagle, clip on it see through (Oh)

I got the Draco, don't think you heard me (Yeah)

I make it fly just like a birdie (Brr)

Niggas, they fake like a Perc' 30 (Yeah)

Put holes in his shirt, just like a jersey (Brr)

Niggas, they think that we cool (Yeah)

Like Black Eyed Peas, I will fuck on your bitch just like she Fergie (Yeah)

Did it on purpose, Birkin, I purse it (Yeah)

In front of the opps, act like a virgin (Ayy)

When that shit come, took all this purging (Ayy)

The killers fuck with me, they gon' reimburse me (Ayy)

Marni on Marni, bitch, I can get nerdy (Ayy)

Pink diamonds on me, they look just like Kirby (Ayy)

She arch from the back, man, that bitch keep it sturdy (Ayy)

Drive around NYC like I'm not dirty (Oh, really? Ayy)

[Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]

Pills turned a nigga to a junkie (Ayy, junkie, skrrt)

Came out the mud, sip muddy (Ayy, the muddy, Doe Beezy)

Geekin', ho, peon be thinkin' I'm lackin' (Ayy), he play with this shit, get bloody (Doe Beezy, pussy)

I tweak out with this thirty (Thirty)

Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)

My youngin, he really a savage, he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Caught him, caught him a body)

Pussy-ass boy said fuck me, really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me (Fool)

Young nigga flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say that she dumped me (Fool)

God in the hood, I run it (I run it)

Name it, I done it (I done it, yeah)

Lil' nigga ain't know nothin' (No)

His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' (Little-ass nigga, scary-ass nigga, oh, really?)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]

Yeah, yeah, this lil' bitch, she bussin' (Oh, really?)

Yeah, then we shot at that nigga cousin

Oh, really? (Yeah)