Bu$$ on the Rip - Lil Dude

Yeah, Yeah

Bustin' around, I’m bustin' around

Two twin Glocks and I’m bussin the rip

Bussin around, im bussin around

Yeah, yeah, trapnanana, yeah

I got plenty haters that I’ll never meet

Niggas want problems we meet in the heat

Two twin Glocks when I’m running the street

I’m in the booth right now with the heat

I’m in the booth right now with the drugs

I’m in the booth right now in the hood

Nigga play with me then he getting cooked

Say nigga im from wish a nigga woods

I-I got the chopper I wish you would

Fo-fo-four fifth leave a nigga under the hood

Nigga my hood like south Baton Rouge

Bodies they dropping the low end could

Busting the jar out the apartment should

I got the shit like wrapped up now

Fuck nigga talking about he coming in

Nigga you know that we backing you down

Shooting the gun, all the time

Ain’t no problem with guns busting around

I got a nigga that’s from around

Say he getting it 26 a pound

I was just thinking about taking her down

But I’m finna run it up like right now

Big four fifth put your little pipe down

Got shooters with me and they gon' shoot right now

I can’t duck none of this shit

Busting the clip when I’m busting the rip

I gotta get on the rip just to bust

Still junkies they coming they loving this shit

Two twin Glock when I’m busting a rip

Two twin Glock when I’m butting the rip

Two twin Glock when I’m butting the rip

Yeuh, yeuh, yeuh, yeuh, aye

I gotta get on the shit

I gotta get on the shit

I gotta get on the shit

I gotta get on the shit (trapnanana)

Two twin Glocks when I’m busting the rip

(pew pew, pew, pew)

Bitch!

(Hoodrich Bitch!)