"BUST DOWN" lyrics

(What? What?)
Bad girls make 'em say wow
Come on, let's go, okay
If you don't shut your mouth

[Joey Valence:]
Knock, knock, knock, knock bitch, who's at the door?
Wanna see you sweat, gon' drip on the floor
Wanna see you beyond the be on, no clothes from Shein
Don't want the cyan, I don't want to see on ya
Don't make 'em like this anymore
Pitchfork don't like hits anymore
I'm doing good, I just got one problem
This DJ sucks, can you play some Gaga?
Ah, what happened to the fun?
Club ain't knockin', bitch, turn up the subs
I made this whole track so you know it's gon' hit
When I beat on them drums, bum-bum-bum-bum
Uh, so turn me on, turn me on
I made a million, mi-million
I never changed up, never changed up
Sydney Sweeney called me and I hanged up

[Brae:]
Bust down, throw it around (Hey)
I said bust down, throw it around (Hey)
If you already up, then bust it down
If you already-ready-ready-ready

Box logo with my Jumpman's on
I got that sauce like Grey Poupon
Crank that shit, then Superman (Hey)
Get yo' ass up 'cause I wanna dance
I walk that talk and I talk how I walk
My earlobe shinin', glow in the dark, huh
Bust down, pop and lock
Fast rip outside in the parking lot
Feel that bass in your chest go boom
Eyes on me when I walk in the room
Drop that, shake that, move that thing
Booty so good, I gotta buy you a ring
Yo, so turn me on, t-turn me on
I made a million, m-million
I'm half amazing and half Asian
I'm so good, you could say I'm Am-Asian

Bust down, throw it around (Hey)
I said bust down, throw it around (Hey)
If you already up, then bust it down
If you already-ready-ready-ready

[TiaCorine:]
Chicka-chicka-check it out, uh
Yeah, I'm classy with a mix of nasty, uh
It could be me and you like Cassie
Sassy, can't any nigga just have me
He want it badly, goin' out sadly, uh
Uh, pull through, bitch straight gaggy (Come on)
Like James, I be all up in my baggy
Chatty, every time I'm show them my fatty
Guess what? Black truck full of baddies, uh
I'm in the club (I'm in the club), shake 'em down (It's goin' down)
Throwin' ass around, make your booty sound, uh
Bend it over (Uh), simmer down (Yes)
Hands on your knees, go'n and touch the ground
Like this, baby, don't stop, don't quit, uh
Yellow chain, yellow gold, yellow piss
Get a grip, baby girl, don't talk with my lips
Where the chips?
Can't make a sound, ain't sayin' nothing now, lil' bitch

[Brae:]
Bust down, throw it around (Hey)
I said bust down, throw it around (Hey)
If you already up, then bust it down
If you already-ready-ready-ready
Oh (Hey)
Oh (Hey)
Oh (Hey)
Oh (Hey)

[Joey Valence:]
Alright, now let's get into the hard shit