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 bulletproof the Lam, I that from Cam You want a thang, got 'em yams go straight to I'm from the so you know I'm down wit' any money scam
glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock You know a drank on me, this gon' stop A lot of cops at the tryin' to shut s*** down You was a nobody but now you now
I be out in chi-town some real OG's Matter of fact one of them had wit' me You gotta play by the rules you on these streets You lil' n*** tryin' to mimic what you on beef, you better
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (What my said) Bustaclip, (What my said, let's do it)
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (I deny it, I'm a straight rider) Bustaclip, (You don't wanna wit' me)
I know some Long Beach Crips, I know Englewood Bloods And you can ask Phelps fans, I got Cali love I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I And to send you a message, I'll tap your man
Now he under white like the Klu Klux Klan You lil' shouldn't beef wit' a grown a*** man I got in the hood, I put in work fo' real And mentioning me will get you put in fo' real
Don't mind gramma, yeah, b***, you carry weight 'Cause I'm on Alize and I carry weight I back to the streets, I had to let y'all know 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 n***, I'm strapped n***) Bustaclip, bustaclip, (I'm n***, what about you?)
for my Nap-town n***, all my G-town killas The ones wit' the b*** and 18 wheelers Cross the state 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, you swervin' in, n***? And I'm out in Cleveland, I'm f*** wit' X been 'bout 5 years, he still holdin' my tech
I be in the gun range everyday You better pray no ever come my way I'm in the now wit' a gun on my hip And I'm tired of talkin' 'bout the beef me and you betta
Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip,
Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip, Bustaclip,