Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (Let's take it 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 b*** 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 any money scam
Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet You know a drank on me, this gon' stop A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to s*** down You was a but now you famous now
I be out in chi-town wit' some OG's Matter of fact one of them had dinner me You gotta play by the rules you on these streets You lil' n*** tryin' to mimic what you seein' on beef, you
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 Phelps fans, I got Cali I got a waitin' for me everytime I land And just to you a message, I'll tap your man
Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit' a a*** man I got in the hood, I put in work fo' real And mentioning me get you put in dirt fo' real
Don't mind gramma, yeah, b***, you carry weight 'Cause I'm on Alize and I carry weight I came to the streets, I had to let y'all know And by the way my new deal 8.4 so I'm a
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (What my said) Bustaclip, (What my said, let's go)
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (I'm strapped n***, I'm n***) Bustaclip, bustaclip, (I'm strapped n***, what you?)
This for my Nap-town n***, all my killas The ones wit' the and them 18 wheelers Cross the lines wit' it on them waist line cocked Cross lope and you know goin' down
40 cal, 50 cal, you workin' wit', n***? I'm in a Maserati, what you in, n***? And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm wit' X It's 'bout 5 years, he still holdin' my tech
I be in the gun range like You better no drama ever come my way I'm in the studio now a gun on my hip And I'm of talkin' 'bout the beef wit' me and you betta
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