Bussin! (WB Pt. 2) REASON (Ft. Ray Vaughn)

[Intro: REASON]
Thank you, once again
Stop playin' with me
[?], my brother
Pay me my motherfuckin’ money
Woah, look

[Chorus: REASON]
Far as love go, nigga, ain't got no suspects
Buss down wrist, buss a bitch and I buss checks
I'm bussin’, bussin'
Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm bussin' (Bitch, I'm bussin')
Copped the AP, that shit came with a freak bitch (Han)
Ritz, top floor, only time I'm on some sweet shit (Han)
Land so many shots, wonder if they playin' defense (Han)

[Verse 1: REASON]
Look, take the rap game, make it secret
That just mean I keep it
Ahead of my time so far it ain’t nothin’ recent
Love my city, loyal to the sea, man, I'm jumpin’ off the deep end
I'm bussin', bussin'
Yeah, ayy, bitch, I’m bussin'
I can't play the back, that's what my pride do (Pride do)
She gon' pull up tryna give me IQ (I know she is)
Came from the dirt, feel like a fossil
Success up in the air and in my nostrils (Woah)
Crib look like a brothel (Woah)
Gang shit, I pulled up with apostles
Host for when hospitality turn into hostile
A nigga first put that on the gospel, more paper than a novel
(I'm bussin', bussin', bussin')