"Buss A Move" lyrics
Yeah, what she say?
Oh hell nah, tell her come over here
Hahahaha, it's Blue
Uh, I popped me a-
Take your boo? Yes, I did
She tryna buss a move on a kid
Take your boo? Yes, I did
She tryna buss a move on a kid
Buss a move on a kid
Buss a move on a kid
Buss a move on a kid
Fuck Bein Cool
Bitch, give up them jewels
Bitch, that Channel Two
Buss your stick and buss your moves
Fuck it, this shit built like fuck the rules, fuck it
Buss your move, buck it
What they gon' do? nothin'
I'm back out, I shoot with that Russian
I pop two blues, bust it
I been trappin' on weed, so I'm musty
And it really ain't up for discussion
'Cause my pistol, it never get rusty
We gon' catch a body and bury the body, yeah that's how we took him
They gon' find the bones, and there ain't gon' be no teeth to I.D. buddy
These niggas that didn't wanna see, bitch tell Riri "Benji super [?] "
Four up in my cup, like "Benji, how you got so muddy?"
These niggas better duck, come through, skrt skrt, super bloody
I be like "who said what?" Then I drop some money
Yeah he ran up, got did like a dummy
(Five shootings, four of them turning deadly)
You ain't drop nobody, you ain't zipped nobody
You ain't flipped nobody, you ain't killed nobody
You ain't crease nobody, you ain't leave no body
You ain't bleed nobody, you ain't even seen nobody
You ain't smelled nobody, shh, don't tell nobody
I'm in the hotbox in that Audi, I'ma kill him then fly out to Cali
Life is [?], that shit so rowdy
All the drugs, they keep me balanced
We don't talk, we choosin' violence
Hell no, 'cause they used to me stylin'
(Atlanta police searching for a suspect this morning)
You ain't check nothin'
Catch him out in traffic, put his body with the rest of 'em
Caught up with your bitch, eatin' outside at that restaurant
He ain't had his stick, hahaha, we take his gangster hun
High speed with the Ranger, huh, kill zone, we ain't playin' with them
You done got these people's house shot up tryna stay with them (Hahaha)
Now they gotta lay with him, cause we been labeled him
Yeah he got marked for death, every day this shit life or death
Fah fah, he just got hit in his chest
Bah bah bah, send shots at the rest
Whip out, [?], everything wet
Say "fuck Benji," I say bet
I'm okay bet, yeah okay bet, yeah okay bet, yeah okay bet
Yeah okay bet, yeah, yeah
[?]
Oh hell nah, tell her come over here
Hahahaha, it's Blue
Uh, I popped me a-
Take your boo? Yes, I did
She tryna buss a move on a kid
Take your boo? Yes, I did
She tryna buss a move on a kid
Buss a move on a kid
Buss a move on a kid
Buss a move on a kid
Fuck Bein Cool
Bitch, give up them jewels
Bitch, that Channel Two
Buss your stick and buss your moves
Fuck it, this shit built like fuck the rules, fuck it
Buss your move, buck it
What they gon' do? nothin'
I'm back out, I shoot with that Russian
I pop two blues, bust it
I been trappin' on weed, so I'm musty
And it really ain't up for discussion
'Cause my pistol, it never get rusty
We gon' catch a body and bury the body, yeah that's how we took him
They gon' find the bones, and there ain't gon' be no teeth to I.D. buddy
These niggas that didn't wanna see, bitch tell Riri "Benji super [?] "
Four up in my cup, like "Benji, how you got so muddy?"
These niggas better duck, come through, skrt skrt, super bloody
I be like "who said what?" Then I drop some money
Yeah he ran up, got did like a dummy
(Five shootings, four of them turning deadly)
You ain't drop nobody, you ain't zipped nobody
You ain't flipped nobody, you ain't killed nobody
You ain't crease nobody, you ain't leave no body
You ain't bleed nobody, you ain't even seen nobody
You ain't smelled nobody, shh, don't tell nobody
I'm in the hotbox in that Audi, I'ma kill him then fly out to Cali
Life is [?], that shit so rowdy
All the drugs, they keep me balanced
We don't talk, we choosin' violence
Hell no, 'cause they used to me stylin'
(Atlanta police searching for a suspect this morning)
You ain't check nothin'
Catch him out in traffic, put his body with the rest of 'em
Caught up with your bitch, eatin' outside at that restaurant
He ain't had his stick, hahaha, we take his gangster hun
High speed with the Ranger, huh, kill zone, we ain't playin' with them
You done got these people's house shot up tryna stay with them (Hahaha)
Now they gotta lay with him, cause we been labeled him
Yeah he got marked for death, every day this shit life or death
Fah fah, he just got hit in his chest
Bah bah bah, send shots at the rest
Whip out, [?], everything wet
Say "fuck Benji," I say bet
I'm okay bet, yeah okay bet, yeah okay bet, yeah okay bet
Yeah okay bet, yeah, yeah
[?]
