Buss It Down D-Block Europe

[Intro: Young Adz]
N1 got the sauce
Yeah, yeah (Can I take you out for lunch?)
Yeah, yeah (Burger, lobster and get drunk)
Yeah, yeah (I wanna get up in her tum)
And they don't know (Bando baby, fuck the law)

[Chorus: Young Adz & Dirtbike LB]
Two Magnums, I'm rolling, yeah
She got her phone out, tryna capture the moment, (No phones, no phones) yeah
Say he a shooter but my shooters don't know him (My shooters don't know him)
If you are scared of the charge, you cannot roll (You cannot roll)
Three racks on my jeweller, go buss it down (Buss it down)
I'm so deep in this pussy, I swear I might drown (Swear I might drown)
Came in, I came in I, shot large amounts (Large amounts)
Panic attack if I hear 'bout the drought (Hear 'bout the drought)

[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB]
I can fly you anywhere
Roll up that gelato, while I put it in the air
Thousands on these clothes and I don't know what to wear
Baby, I just love it when you kissin' and you here
Pull up to stores, pull out the Porsche
Only when I'm bored of course
Open your legs, suicide doors
Girl, you ain't got no flaws
I'm ridin' around, drop-top Benz
Just took a two pack loss
I still got all my sauce
I still got all this sauce