Bust Down - SOB X RBE

Uh, Margiela’s cost $ 950

Fuck around and spend some time wit' me

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

Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime wit' me

Bust out, Yeezy 950's

I don’t want these broke niggas eyein' me

I don’t want these broke niggas nowhere by me

How you bust down but yo' time tickin'?

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

Shit, I’m a lame, if a lame wit' me

These other niggas want the fame off me

I’d rather keep my .40 and my main wit' me

G-gang shit, but my brothers who I hang wit'

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 rider, survivor

Oh I’m so glad that you signed us

I’m gettin' closer and closer

And I 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 can 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 can have that

I’ll leave yo' last nigga where he stand at

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

Yeah, how you bust down but your time tickin'?

(broke nigga)

Always talkin' 'bout a foreign never ride in 'em (nigga stop lyin)

Broke where?

Bitch my shoes cost like $ 900 (these Margiela’s nigga)

Red bottoms wit' 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 nigga’s stash on me

Bitch I keep that cash on me

Rubber band stacks, and my shooter keep that Mac on me

Fuck them broke niggas, come and blow this money fast wit' 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 'em, my clip longer than a timeline

B-bust down Rolly, fuck around and caught frostbite

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

Margiela’s cost $ 950

Fuck around and spend some time wit' me

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

Keep a bad bitch, I brought a dime wit' me

Bust out, Yeezy 950's

I don’t want these broke niggas eyein' me

I don’t want these broke niggas nowhere by me

How you bust down but yo' time tickin'?