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slvm - bussin lyrics

i stay in the trap cause these n+ggas ain’t real
i wanted a 1000 now i am chasing a mill
counting my bullets i only need eight
one shot, take a n+gga whole face
f+ck who you is or who you be wit
that glock on hip like a chain on a pit
i ain’t got to show you what i got
just run it up and pop
n+gga ain’t never gave me sh+t
refuse to have pressure bout b+tch
chopper make a christian, scream allah
drip to my feet to my collar
not kyrie but the streets i got handles
trap in my white t shirt and sandals
heart in the bag
money in her hand
kids in her mouth
but her face was the plan
head got me dizzy like popping a zan
mouth got me thinking she play in the band
it dripping, it is bussin
i got it, it’s dripping it’s bussin
i got it, it’s dripping it’s bussin
turn a op n+gga to nothing
i got it, it’s dripping it’s bussin
i got it, it’s dripping it’s bussin
i got it, it’s dripping it’s bussin
turn a op n+gga to nothing
fear god never run from no man
smoking purple until the moon were i land
tryna be rich for when i was broke and down sick
i ain’t seen a meal though i rob and hit l!cks
she look in my cup it is henney or ciroc
i take off my shirt but i keep on my socks
blood from coming from his head just like dread locks
come round this b+tch best believe you get shot
i got pstd, cuz i witness a body
rip amir that’s why i carry my shoota
pass me yo b+tch imma slay her like blade, that n+gga don’t bleed blood, he bleed minute maid
use to have friends no beef no bread, now imma making money it’s a price on my head
f+ck friends i want dough, s+x and money the only language i know
these n+ggas is softer than tissue, i don’t need a b+tton to delete you
my shooter lock up in that cell, so i grabbed the heat and raise h+ll

- slvm lyrics

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