Bust Down

[Intro]

(Architekz)

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]

Uh, Margielas cost nine-fifty

Fuck around and spend some time with me

Hold on, hold on, ain't gotta lie to me

Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime with me

Bust down, Yeezy 950s

I don’t want these broke niggas eyein' me

I don’t want these broke niggas nowhere by me

How you bust down but your time tickin'?

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]

If you ain't gang you can’t hang with me

Shit, I'm a lame if a lame with me

These other niggas want the fame off me

I'd rather keep my 40 and my main with me

Gang shit but my brothers who I hang with

SOB the gang and I could never lane switch (SOB shit)

How much that cost? A nigga house rent

Thousand dollar shoes, standin' on the couch shit

Oh, I need a ride or survivor

Oh, I'm so glad that you signed up

I'm gettin' closer and closer

And I'll take you higher and higher

Baby, show me what that cash 'bout

What that mouth 'bout, made a nigga damn near pass out

While we talkin' let me tell you what my last 'bout

She start to feel a nigga, end up lettin' all her past out

I'm not that nigga that emotionally hurt you

But I know some shit that could physically work you

I-I got some shit that could visually serve you

Get mentally prepared for what I got in store, girl, you know

Like hold on, nigga, back, back

If it ain't about that cash you could have that

I’ll leave your last nigga where he stand at

And just to see you happy, you know he can't stand that

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]

Damn, how you bust down but your time tickin'? (Broke nigga)

Always talkin' 'bout a foreign, never ride in 'em (Nigga, stop lying)

Broke where? Bitch my shoes cost like nine hundred (These Margielas, nigga)

Red bottoms with the spikes and I ain't stand in line for 'em, bitch

I don't say shit, I let them bands talk

If you see me limpin', don't trip, that's that band walk

Told the bitch to slide and when she do take them pants off

I'm talkin' house rent if I tell you what these pants cost

Probably got you niggas' stash on me

Bitch, I keep that cash on me

Rubber band stacks and my shooter keep that MAC on him

Fuck them broke niggas, come and blow this money fast with me

And I ain't trick or treatin' but you know I keep that bag on me

Stitch lip to the grave, I don't drop, I just knock dimes

And I don't Twitter beef but my clip longer than a timeline

Bust down Rollie, fucked around and caught frostbite

And leave that lame nigga if you wanna live this boss life, bitch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]

Margielas cost nine-fifty

Fuck around and spend some time with me

Hold on, hold on, ain't gotta lie to me

Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime with me

Bust down, Yeezy 950s

I don’t want these broke niggas eyein' me

I don’t want these broke niggas nowhere by me

How you bust down but your time tickin'?