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dcg brothers - buss it lyrics

[intro]
(808 mafia)

[verse 1 dcg shun]
(uh) (uhuh)
fire this b+tch right off da rip
ya homie nem died you still ain’t do sh+t (uh)
don’t make me hop out da whip
i caught his ass walking and gave him a lyft (yea, take this ride)
40 glock on me right under da drip(40)
i rap but shoot like i play for da knicks (shoot 2x)
n+ggas be dangling shopping for kicks
got hit in ya sh+t getting fresh for a b+tch (fire 2x)

[hook dcg bsavv]
you got a gun, buss it (uh)
we still outside, thugging (uh)
he gotta hide, f+ck it (uh)
we still a cause, ruckus (uh)
shoot out da whip, bugging (uh)
b+tches be calling me husband (uh)
we packing up sh+t, luggage (uh)
we a shoot up where you clubbing

[verse 2 dcg bsavv]
you know we can’t f+ck wit da lights on
got on my jam we could f+ck wit da ice on
i hate da opps who be saying they psycho
shoot up dis b+tch never know how da night go
they know i’m still rolling wit white folks
he got da plugs for sеlling da right dope
i swing da drake like it’s practicing high notеs
long live da guys tell ’em rest up black glo
you know i’m still watching da back door
tripping and sh+t d+mn near blew at my shadow
you in da raq getting mice with a rapper
these b+tches be lying they should be a actor
it get cold in da raq so i bought me a mac
don’t pass him dat gun he look like he average
4 door coop i ain’t riding wit a passenger
live of da 4s we turned out savage (uh)
[hook dcg bsavv]
you got a gun, buss it (uh)
we still outside, thugging (uh)
he gotta hide, f+ck it (uh)
we still a cause, ruckus (uh)
shoot out da whip, bugging (uh)
b+tches be calling me husband (uh)
we packing up sh+t, luggage (uh)
we a shoot up where you clubbing

[verse 3 dcg shun]
aye, i never told you to tell dat
i really scam like omni da h+llcat (uh)
buy you a brick and smell dat
never go back to da sh+t dat got held back
say you was broke , my n+gga prevail dat (yeah)
a k!ller wit brains don’t go where da jail at
b+tch i got a bag i’m signing a nail tech(i do)
you gone get paid where ever my nails at
(look b+tch, uh)
i just told sizzle to send dat
i need motivation so bring out da maybach
d.y. be tripping like bro you gone make dat
brodie was right so i couldn’t even say sh+t (you right tho)
put me on da top of da a list
i really get fresh in most of da latest (i’m fresh)
i’m tryna balance and put up my savings
i’m not begging for money in none of my prayers (aye look)
i really grew up around players (i did)
walking on sh+t treat sh+t like stairs (walking 2x)
kick it wit n+ggas b+tch i ain’t da bears (goofy 2x)
i knew da was f+cking just look at da shares (look)
n+ggas be lame for sells (i hate em)
n+ggas be goofy they lame as h+ll (b+tch)
i knew back in school this n+gga a tell (and)
i know some people that though i would fail (ok)
[hook dcg bsavv]
you got a gun, buss it (uh)
we still outside, thugging (uh)
he gotta hide, f+ck it (uh)
we still a cause, ruckus (uh)
shoot out da whip, bugging (uh)
b+tches be calling me husband (uh)
we packing up sh+t, luggage (uh)
we a shoot up where you clubbing
you got a gun, buss it (uh)
we still outside, thugging (uh)
he gotta hide, f+ck it (uh)
we still a cause, ruckus (uh)
shoot out da whip, bugging (uh)
b+tches be calling me husband (uh)
we packing up sh+t, luggage (uh)
we a shoot up where you clubbing

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