"Rusty" lyrics
Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?
Damn, Tye
Good lookin', my baby
Fuck it, they say I'm out, ah, brothers only
Gang gang, baow
You better know that road, it get risky (Yeah)
You gotta know this shit fifty-fifty (Mhm)
A thousand of these beans cost a brick (Shhh)
I'ma be gone on this road 'til you miss me (Mm)
Lil' cause out his shit, kill the witness (Baow, baow)
I got the pole and five hundred dollar denim (Yeah)
Think she playin' with her nose, she keep sniffin'
I get the money over everything, these bitches think I'm trippin'
Pourin' mud in the club like this shit our prescription (Huh)
Make it flood in the club on some nothin' ass bitches
Real dope dealer, can't hang around snitches
You could never be me, I don't be tellin' nigga's business (Pussy-ass nigga)
You ain't sellin' work, you really be catfishin' (I know)
I'm just talking shit, you really a rap nigga (For real)
I be with the bosses, you one of the staff niggas (Yeah)
I'll fuck yo' bitch, crack jokes and laugh with you (Hahaha)
Open up the foil, you see the fish, ain't no Salmon in it
Sittin' in the spot with no TV but it's cameras in it (Ooh)
I know every nigga in your hood, you ain't valid in it
If a nigga say that he don't like me, I done handled niggas
She wanna, fuck me and Brooks, she know we know each other
I'm flyin', doin like one-fifty, make her pussy wetter
I'm lyin', she put her trust in me, she must not know no better
I'm slime, I'll wipe a nigga nose like we don't know each other (Slatt)
Brothers only, Wavy Gang, yeah, we flock together (Uh)
Bust a jugg, hit the mall, pour up drop together
One band, one sound drum on the chop together
Y'all niggas crew full of snitches, call the cops together
You better know that road, it get risky
You gotta know this shit fifty-fifty
A thousand of these beans cost a brick (Shhh)
I'ma be gone on this road 'til you miss me (Yeah)
Lil' cause out his shit, kill the witness (Ooh)
I got the pole and five hundred dollar denim (Hahaha)
I think she playin' with her nose, she keep sniffin'
I put the money over everything, these bitches think I'm trippin'
Put the money over... trippin'
Put the money over everything, these bitches think I'm trippin'
Put the money over everything, uh
Put the money over everything, these bitches think I'm trippin'
Damn, Tye
Good lookin', my baby
Fuck it, they say I'm out, ah, brothers only
Gang gang, baow
You better know that road, it get risky (Yeah)
You gotta know this shit fifty-fifty (Mhm)
A thousand of these beans cost a brick (Shhh)
I'ma be gone on this road 'til you miss me (Mm)
Lil' cause out his shit, kill the witness (Baow, baow)
I got the pole and five hundred dollar denim (Yeah)
Think she playin' with her nose, she keep sniffin'
I get the money over everything, these bitches think I'm trippin'
Pourin' mud in the club like this shit our prescription (Huh)
Make it flood in the club on some nothin' ass bitches
Real dope dealer, can't hang around snitches
You could never be me, I don't be tellin' nigga's business (Pussy-ass nigga)
You ain't sellin' work, you really be catfishin' (I know)
I'm just talking shit, you really a rap nigga (For real)
I be with the bosses, you one of the staff niggas (Yeah)
I'll fuck yo' bitch, crack jokes and laugh with you (Hahaha)
Open up the foil, you see the fish, ain't no Salmon in it
Sittin' in the spot with no TV but it's cameras in it (Ooh)
I know every nigga in your hood, you ain't valid in it
If a nigga say that he don't like me, I done handled niggas
She wanna, fuck me and Brooks, she know we know each other
I'm flyin', doin like one-fifty, make her pussy wetter
I'm lyin', she put her trust in me, she must not know no better
I'm slime, I'll wipe a nigga nose like we don't know each other (Slatt)
Brothers only, Wavy Gang, yeah, we flock together (Uh)
Bust a jugg, hit the mall, pour up drop together
One band, one sound drum on the chop together
Y'all niggas crew full of snitches, call the cops together
You better know that road, it get risky
You gotta know this shit fifty-fifty
A thousand of these beans cost a brick (Shhh)
I'ma be gone on this road 'til you miss me (Yeah)
Lil' cause out his shit, kill the witness (Ooh)
I got the pole and five hundred dollar denim (Hahaha)
I think she playin' with her nose, she keep sniffin'
I put the money over everything, these bitches think I'm trippin'
Put the money over... trippin'
Put the money over everything, these bitches think I'm trippin'
Put the money over everything, uh
Put the money over everything, these bitches think I'm trippin'
Writer(s): Karon Vantrees, Tye Gibson
