Buss Down Yung Tory (Ft. Lil Durk)

[Chorus: Yung Tory]
This ice on my neck it's a trophy (it's a trophy, yeah)
Say you love me baby, you gotta show me
I ran that shit up on my lonely
She love me but she ain't the only
I don't need homies, I need the Rollie-oh
Buss down (buss down)
Yeah baby, buss down (buss down)
Your girl let me buss down (buss down)
Your girl let me buss down (buss down)
Buss down

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I need the buss down, I bet that she wanna fuck now
All these thotties they in love now
No Milwaukee, I got bucks now
Like what can you say now?
Young nigga on his way now
Shorty bussin' at the Greyhound
She give me top, don't make out
I smoke that great loud, with my white boy like 8-Mile
Bitch I go ape now, she eat me up like takeout
I'm on the plane, I'm takin' more flights
I need more ice, told the bitch she got four strikes
And boy you a lame, I can't even call you my guy
Seen the bullshit through my eyes
I ain't dumb, I'm a wiseguy
Its only the fam
Yeah I do this shit for Nine now (OTF)
I'm feelin' like King Kong, got wings on, I'm a fly-guy
Look at my ice, don't think twice, I just live my life
Livin' right, in the night, when we come alive
Losing, bro a shooter, yeah he keep a pipe
Hit my jeweler, yeah my diamonds they don't need a light