Artist: Yella Beezy f/ Trapboy Freddy Album: Lite Work Vol II (Mixtape) Song: Buss Down Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Yella Beezy] Bust down, bust down Got everything off the bust down Bust down, bust down, bust down Got everything off the bust down, hey Got everything off the bust down My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now Fuck around and get this bitch shut down Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now Throw it in the air, watch it come down Got everything off the bust down Got everything off the bust down My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now Fuck around and get this bitch shut down Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now Throw it in the air, watch it come down Got everything off the bust down Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down Got everything off the bust down Silly ass bitch, you wanna fuck now And my niggas stuff it cut up now Fuck around and get this bitch shut down Got more loans than touchdown Trap money comin' in clutch now Silly bitches wanna try to cuff now Silly bitches get off my nuts now Stackin' this paper to the ceiling Boy I'm tryna make me a killing Got them niggas up in they feelings You ain't gotta have hands, I know you feel me Pussy niggas say they wanna kill me Fresh when I'm steppin' in the building Money stretch down like gildings Know your bitch want sexual healing, hey Baby won't you come and swing my way Come and drive the pounds on the highway Nigga say that he want a five piece Say a nigga thank God that it's Friday, hey Nigga money taller than a skyscrape Got the eagle sittin' on my waist Baby girl, no you're not my taste But if you run a pound you can be my date, hey Got the pack in on a Sunday, hey Had them hoes gone on a Monday, hey Had the bitch goin' up on a Tuesday, hey And I knocked the bitch down on hump day, hey They say they want a deck, tell 'em come play, hey I'ma get rich bitch, one day, hey Make twenty bands off one play, hey Say I know it's finna be a fun day, hey Got everything off the bust down My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now Fuck around and get this bitch shut down Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now Throw it in the air, watch it come down Got everything off the bust down Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down [Trapboy Freddy] Everything in here gettin' bust down Runnin' through the zone like a touchdown Law's at the door, everything gettin' flushed down Stupid bitch call me, got a nigga like what now? What now? what now? problems every week Can't even meet 'cause the law's on the street Got a couple pounds, came in last week Extra gram [?] and the pot on my cheek Right hand, left hand, do it no hands Hit this shit again, tryna whip me a Benz Trap one deep, I don't need no friends Got the heart on the calendar, got the boys in the can I was gettin' money ever since I was a pup Onions stacked up, all black, hockey pucks Cookin' up drop, got the yellow like piss Had the thing bust down like my wrist, woo, hey I got the pack for the low, you get the pack at the door Back at the store, I had them stacks overload, too much weed, it can't close I do magic with the bowls, too much traffic, gotta close, I can't go back bein' broke I got them bands off the coke, I remember I had to trap at the store Can't hang out if it ain't 'bout money Bust down an onion, make fourteen hundred Eight ball of soft gon' cost one-fifty P's six-fifty of the midget, come get it Thirty-nine hundred get you a Big Mac [?] chopped up like Tic-Tacs Front you a pack then a nigga won't switch Quarter bricks two-fifty, ain't no extras [Yella Beezy] Got everything off the bust down My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now Fuck around and get this bitch shut down Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now Throw it in the air, watch it come down Got everything off the bust down Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down