Let it buss (Studio Session)

[Chorus]

Packin', .40 on my hip, never lackin'

I could fuck his bitch from the back end, get it crackin'

Never runnin' out of cash, everlastin', hey

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Rockin' them shows with the Rémy in my hand, mm

Percocets 'cause I ain't fuckin' with no Xans, mm

No advance, just them millions in my hand, mm

Count it up, ooh, rubber band it

Niggas stealin' flows, stupid bandit

Too much sauce, you get lost, you can't handle it

I love mixing up narcotics in my Cannabis

Remember them days, I was broke, ain't have a pot to piss in

Now, a nigga stay winning, sack chase

Pull up like skrrt, drag race

Lil' bitch, you move too slow, I'm fast-paced (Skrrt)

[Chorus]

Packin', .40 on my hip, never lackin'

I could fuck his bitch from the back end, get it crackin'

Never runnin' out of cash, everlastin', hey

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

Leanin' got me slow, overdose

Molly and the Hennessy, catch the Holy Ghost

.40 for my enemies, I'm gon' do the most

I got a lot of frenemies, they gon' do the most

'Cause they know I'm on top, top from they thot

Pull up in the drop, bitch in my drop

Run up, you get popped, phew, huh, from the Glock, huh

Knock 'em out the park, bitch, Sandlot

Bankrolls with the blue face on fleek

That's yo' girl, why she on me?

YSL with the Murakami on me

On fleek, you ain't gettin' money then we don't speak-eak

[Chorus]

Packin', .40 on my hip, never lackin'

I could fuck his bitch from the back end, get it crackin'

Never runnin' out of cash, everlastin', hey

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]

Count the money fast, count it faster

Chains around my neck, slave, nah a master

Pull up with the tec

I'm gon' blast her

40 with a rack, fuck the rest

Nigga, fuck your set, dump it on your set

Look at your bitch, she gon' give me neck

I throw the pass, I'm gon' intercept

I'm on your ass

I'm gon' drop your set

Bitch, I'm drunk as shit

Perky make me itch

I can take your bitch

Then I'll leave your bitch

Yeah, yeah pull up, choppa

Choppa gon' make his ass hit, yeah

I shoot that shit like a flick

Yeah I do that shit like a tick, yeah

[Chorus]

Packin', .40 on my hip, never lackin'

I could fuck his bitch from the back end, get it crackin'

Never runnin' out of cash, everlastin', hey

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

[Verse 4]

That lil' bitch ain't shit, yeah

Left her for my chick, yeah

All I care about is money, baby and that's it, yeah

Pull up on the scene, I'll run it baby, yeah, that's it, yeah

I ball like OKC thunder, baby I'm gon' swish, yeah, woah

I'm in the car with the nina

Hurricane, she hurricane, I'm Katrina

Run up on her, that's how we fiendin'

Shoot him in the face, I'm like

Time to act slow down

I run the whole town, yeah

I get the hoes now, woah

I get the hoes now

Ball on that bitch got goals now, woah

I'm at (?), woah

I got four rounds, woah

Movin' like four pounds

Pull up on the scene like, woah now, woah

Take your hoe now, woah

I got goals now, woah

Runnin' through the six, lil' bitch, I'm boolin' with my woes now

[Chorus]

Packin', .40 on my hip, never lackin'

I could fuck his bitch from the back end, get it crackin'

Never runnin' out of cash, everlastin', hey

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

[Verse 5]

Tell 'em Slow down, huh

Rock VLONE now, huh

Off of the dome now, huh

I got designer on my body, it's a blessing

I'm never lackin', baby, got my Smith & Wesson

I keep a Taurus up in Cali, that's my weapon

Run up on me, get this shootin', don't feel threatened

Perky Pop got me in another universe

Lil' Uzi on my hoe, nigga no vert

[Chorus]

Packin', .40 on my hip, never lackin'

I could fuck his bitch from the back end, get it crackin'

Never runnin' out of cash, everlastin', hey

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah