[Pre-Chorus: Ken Carson]
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, uh
These niggas can't keep up with us
I'm movin' too fast, I leave 'em in the dust
And it ain't a nigga or a bitch that I trust
But I keep some killers that's ready to bust

[Chorus: Ken Carson & Dro Kenji]
Bust (Grrt)
Bust (Bust)
Bust (Bust)
Bust (Bust)
Bust (Bust)
Bust, yeah (Grrt)
Bust (Bust)
Bust (Bust)
Ayy, bustdown, bustdown, bustdown (Bustdown)
I was broke back then, now I'm up now (Bustdown, bustdown, bust)
Where was you when I was havin' them up-downs? (Uh)
Now I'm straight, all these bitches wanna fuck now, ayy (Uh, uh)

[Verse: Dro Kenji]
I don't give a fuck, we gon' air out the place (Brrt, ayy)
This big Glock got a extended magazine (Nah)
I ain't tryna hide the bitch, I'ma spray (Spray, spray, spray)
Niggas be talkin' like hoes, I got a whole lot of hoes
One in my bеd, I got one on the road (Road)
I just be talkin' thе dough (Dough)
Whole lot of money, this shit keep comin' in loads (Cash)
I don't need a money counter, I can count it faster with my hands
And yo' bitch tryna fuck, um
Bitch, I don't do talkin', I'll much rather talk to the bands (Bands)
She know I'm that nigga, she know I'm the right one
So she tryna fuck when I land
Sometimes it get overbearin'
Hatin' the shit that I keep on hearin' (Oh, oh)
Tell the fuck-nigga keep his mouth closed
Trust nobody, keep my brothers close (Ayy, uh)
Sippin' codeine bottles, finna overdose
But, fuck it, I just wanna pour another four (Grrt)
Pour a five and do the fuckin' most (Oh)
Send a opp nigga to the cosmos (Oh-oh)
I be clutchin' in public, I'm paranoid
Slap a fuck-nigga, I ain't even hadda up (Grrt)
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