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 new M***, I hope this b*** don't jam I had to bulletproof the Lam, I that from Cam You a thang, got 'em yams go straight to MoneyGram I'm from the hood so you know I'm down any money scam
glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock You know a drank on me, this concert gon' 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 wit' some OG's Matter of fact one of them had dinner me You gotta by the rules 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 said, let's do it)
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (I deny it, I'm a straight rider) Bustaclip, (You don't beef wit' me)
I know Long Beach Crips, I know some Englewood Bloods And you can ask Phelps fans, I got Cali love I got a strap waitin' for me I land And just to send you a message, tap your 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 me will 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 back to the streets, I had to let 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 gangster said, go)
Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, bustaclip, Bustaclip, (I'm n***, I'm strapped n***) Bustaclip, bustaclip, (I'm n***, what about you?)
This for my Nap-town n***, all my G-town The ones wit' the and them 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 It's been 'bout 5 years, he still my tech
I be in the gun range like You better pray no drama ever my way I'm in the studio now 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,