Buss my gun Friday R.I.P Sunday Buss my gun Friday R.I.P Sunday Pour it up, Stir it up for the like They don’t know about, know about road But everyone’s like
Buss my gun Friday R.I.P Sunday Buss my gun Friday R.I.P Sunday Pour it up, Stir it up for the like They don’t know about, know about road But everyone’s like
Look see I understand. Yeah man understand They everybody wanna bang bang And shout gang gang With a couple man Bruddas man they fake their life Want the road but don’t want the can Bruddas Bruddas Bruddas want my number You can’t get it but your [?] Nah man get it get it I go, Beef to set it set it you go Oh your a calm guy but then a mad man Man I get it get it you hope, Me I’m a calm guy I’m whistling I took your girl, Now you want beef Telling me I should know better, But taking babies is haram beef See I didn’t think we’d have shit in common Bro we’ve actually got some You listen to a little uzi, We’ve actually got one So Scarface before you get em going, Road life you haven’t chosen Getting gassed over empire, now your lighting with your cookie on
Buss my gun Friday R.I.P Sunday Buss my gun Friday R.I.P Sunday Pour it up, Stir it up for the like They don’t know about, know about road But everyone’s like
Buss my gun Friday R.I.P Sunday Buss my gun Friday R.I.P Sunday Pour it up, Stir it up for the like They don’t know about, know about road But everyone’s like
Captain spice on ice I just wanna feel em ride I ain’t the stuntin type I just wanna beat em bright Throw in the way some more Show her what slow dances for She wants the D from all the rap lords