Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (Let's it back to the streets, n***)
Bustaclip, (East coast) Bustaclip, (West coast) Bustaclip, (Midwest) Bustaclip, (To the dirty, dirty)
Bustaclip, (It's Gates) Bustaclip, bustaclip, (The one fly boy) Bustaclip, (I'm strapped, n***) Bustaclip, (Let's get it poppin')
I got a brand new M***, I hope this don't jam I had to the Lam, I learned that from Cam You want a thang, got 'em yams go straight to I'm from the hood so you know I'm down wit' any money
Black glocks, white glocks spit like rock You know a drank on me, this concert gon' A lot of cops at the tryin' to shut s*** down You was a but now you famous now
I be out in chi-town wit' some real Matter of fact one of them had dinner me You gotta play by the when you on these streets You lil' tryin' to mimic what you seein' on beef, you better
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (What my said) Bustaclip, (What my gangster said, do it)
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (I deny it, I'm a straight rider) Bustaclip, (You don't wanna beef me)
I know some Long Crips, I know some Englewood Bloods And you can ask Billy fans, I got Cali love I got a strap for me everytime I land And just to send you a message, I'll tap man
Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux You lil' boys shouldn't wit' a grown a*** man I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' And mentioning me will get you put in dirt fo'
mind that gramma, yeah, b***, you carry weight 'Cause I'm on Alize and I carry weight I came back to the streets, I had to let y'all And by the way my new worth 8.4 so I'm a
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (What my said) Bustaclip, (What my gangster said, go)
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (I'm strapped n***, I'm n***) Bustaclip, bustaclip, (I'm strapped n***, about you?)
This for my Nap-town n***, all my G-town The wit' the b*** and them 18 wheelers Cross the state lines wit' it on waist line cocked Cross lope and you know goin' down
40 cal, 50 cal, what you wit', n***? I'm in a Maserati, what you in, n***? And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm wit' X It's been 'bout 5 years, he still my tech
I be in the gun range everyday You better pray no drama come my way I'm in the studio now a gun on my hip And I'm tired of 'bout the beef wit' me and you betta
Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip,
Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip,