"Battle Bus (UGS Freestyle)" lyrics
Fuck, fuck
I got lil' Gox—
I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
Swing these guns, I'ma get out
These lil' fuck boys really be hidin'
When we chop, we choppin' shit down
They shoot, they miss, lil' bruh catch the rebound
I got a green beam on the Glock, key lime
Talkin' 'bout 12, these niggas be peons
We smoke so much, we get geeked like neon
Pop out, drip when I first put my feet down
Slide in the hotbox, two sticks
You flashin' yo' gun, lil' bruh, take yo' new blick
I get high as fuck
In the Big Apple, I ride in black truck
You get whooped like my child if you act up
Fucked up, too much money on ice
Pushed up, wiggin', he must be on spice
At yo' front door, we like the martial
Too many blicks, we in a horror shoot
That boy got a gun, he think he immortal
Athletic, I jump a gate, I hurdle
Double cup, this shit got me on turtle
Neiman Marcus, I spend some racks on some purple
Saks Fifth, I know them folks remember me
Nigga fan, not no enemy
High speed rush, adrenaline
Got the pin on yo' family
Know the packs touched down, a good day
Nigga having chips, Frito-Lay
Too geeked, that boy had peed in the bed
If you opp, ash my weed in yo' head
Plant a seed in some Indian fine shit
Nigga tried to box, the boy whip in
Six thousand on a fuckin' wristband
Hole in a nigga shit, Krispy Kreme
Smell that dope comin' down the block
We gon' hit it, then we see the cops
I got drugs and I'm havin' Glocks
Bitch wanna record, shit, turn me off
I just spent a dub to sit inside the house
Like I'm Famous Dex, drip from my walk
Geeked up on shit, but this ain't bath salts
He knew we was gonna take him down
He ain't take the path walk
Drive fast, treat this shit like Asphalt
Hotbox, nigga rippin' tags off
Really drip, I don't even take the tags off
Shoot you in yo' head to take your mask off
Trap spot boomin' like a gas house
Smokin' on this shit, a nigga pass out
Shows out the country, I got a passport
Bite my drip, where you get your swag from?
Each one of my hoes take the gang
If you ain't got a pole, you in the way
I just smoked a dab pen, but I don't vape
Nigga not my dog, these niggas stray
Pushed up, trooper got sent the other way
Money spread, put these racks in my face
Keep turnin' 'round, you get turnt to a plate
Soon as I get off the flight, cameras in my face
I got lil' Gox—
I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
Swing these guns, I'ma get out
These lil' fuck boys really be hidin'
When we chop, we choppin' shit down
They shoot, they miss, lil' bruh catch the rebound
I got a green beam on the Glock, key lime
Talkin' 'bout 12, these niggas be peons
We smoke so much, we get geeked like neon
Pop out, drip when I first put my feet down
Slide in the hotbox, two sticks
You flashin' yo' gun, lil' bruh, take yo' new blick
I get high as fuck
In the Big Apple, I ride in black truck
You get whooped like my child if you act up
Fucked up, too much money on ice
Pushed up, wiggin', he must be on spice
At yo' front door, we like the martial
Too many blicks, we in a horror shoot
That boy got a gun, he think he immortal
Athletic, I jump a gate, I hurdle
Double cup, this shit got me on turtle
Neiman Marcus, I spend some racks on some purple
Saks Fifth, I know them folks remember me
Nigga fan, not no enemy
High speed rush, adrenaline
Got the pin on yo' family
Know the packs touched down, a good day
Nigga having chips, Frito-Lay
Too geeked, that boy had peed in the bed
If you opp, ash my weed in yo' head
Plant a seed in some Indian fine shit
Nigga tried to box, the boy whip in
Six thousand on a fuckin' wristband
Hole in a nigga shit, Krispy Kreme
Smell that dope comin' down the block
We gon' hit it, then we see the cops
I got drugs and I'm havin' Glocks
Bitch wanna record, shit, turn me off
I just spent a dub to sit inside the house
Like I'm Famous Dex, drip from my walk
Geeked up on shit, but this ain't bath salts
He knew we was gonna take him down
He ain't take the path walk
Drive fast, treat this shit like Asphalt
Hotbox, nigga rippin' tags off
Really drip, I don't even take the tags off
Shoot you in yo' head to take your mask off
Trap spot boomin' like a gas house
Smokin' on this shit, a nigga pass out
Shows out the country, I got a passport
Bite my drip, where you get your swag from?
Each one of my hoes take the gang
If you ain't got a pole, you in the way
I just smoked a dab pen, but I don't vape
Nigga not my dog, these niggas stray
Pushed up, trooper got sent the other way
Money spread, put these racks in my face
Keep turnin' 'round, you get turnt to a plate
Soon as I get off the flight, cameras in my face
