Bussin’ Sir Michael Rocks (Ft. Casey Veggies & Iamsu!)

[Intro: Sir Michael Rocks]
Six
Duck ass, jive ass, turkey ass
Fraud ass, dog ass, lyin' ass
Clown ass, punk ass, mark ass, bitch ass
Niggas

[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks]
Don't try to play me man, cause I ain't with that shit
Slobbin' on my knob, my name she can't forget
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man it's bussin'
Bussin', man bussin'
Bussin', man we bussin'

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Man you trippin' niggas love it when I gas up
I cross my heart and hope to live through the bad stuff
Now lift your shirt, I wanna see your rib
That pussy fat what you be feeding it? I'm back up on the scene again
You never catch me lacking, never happen, never will
You put that pussy on the pedestal and pet it still
You got the game wrong, you need to brainstorm
I'm on a campaign, titties and champagne with us
If you ever see us poppin' in yo section
Big ass diamond ring but I ain't pop a bitch the question, huh
She say she wit the shits
If you by yourself I ain't wit that shit