Bussdown

Gang, gang, Skii

Took my wrist to the jeweler, got it bussed down

This bitch just like my wrist, she gettin' bussed down

Eyes low like Jackie Chan, I'm in rush hour

Goddamn, that pussy good, it got too much power

Prolly thinkin' this shit sweet, but it get sour

Got the cat the first day, you ain't get nothin' out her

I be swimmin' in the pape, havin' money showers

We be, yeah, aye, we be livin' how we want like the world is ours

Hit the bitch from the, aye, yeah

Hit the bitch from the back, got lil' shawty shoutin'

Bitch askin' me 'bout my hoes, I'm like, "what about 'em?"

You know I can't cut 'em off, bitch, that ain't happenin'

You can cut my fingers off, I'ma keep snappin'

Keep it real on my songs, won't catch me cappin'

Shawty wetter than a

Damn, shawty wetter than a whale, think I need napkins

Tell 'em free my brodie Wizz, ****, we havin'

Bitch saved my contact as her Ski Daddy

Shit got me rich as hell, I'ma keep rappin'

Had lil' shawty givin' head, got them knees ashy

****, I'm a real stoner, wake up breathin' gas in

Don't care if she got a man, I ain't even askin'

Bad bitch, she a ten, tell her bring that ass here

**** still wearin' that same fit he had on last year

Still fuckin' on the same bitches I fucked last year

Yeah, aye, ski

I done ran my bag up, guess that's what they mad at

You too young to be a freak, where yo' fuckin' dad at?

Bitch, where yo daddy at?

Fine shit, good drugs, yeah, we havin' that

Brodie posted in the hood, that's his habitat

If you ain't come over here to fuck, why you have a cat?

Fine shit heart my story, had to heart her back

Showed a bitch a big bag, she had a heart attack

Double cup, big blunt, that's my starter pack

Every time I drop some' they like, "Run it back"

I'ma smoke this blunt by myself, I'on wanna match

Two chains sittin' on my neck, that's a hundred racks

Two chains sittin' on my neck, but they don't got dreads

Lil' bitch got some good pussy, she don't got head

I'm a pothead, walk in the booth, kill a beat, make it drop dead

****, goddamn

Blue hundreds, pink fifties, yeah, we got them

Thought you said you have Benjis, I do not see 'em

You ain't put that shit on, boy, you not trim

I'on even know who you is, but you not him

But you not him, know you is, but you not him

Gang, no cap, ****, aye, yeah, I'm runnin' this shit this year, ****, this my year, ****

Shittin' on all them **** said I wouldn't be shit

Tryna ride my fuckin' wave, boy, you gon' get sea sick

If the police come this way, act like we ain't see shit

Swimmin' in who you call bae, boy, I'm in the deep end

Told her if somebody ask, girl, just tell 'em we friends

Damn, girl, you got that ass, put me on yo' close friends

They ain't tryna get no cash, man, that shit make no sense

Big bag, I got hella motion, a hundred blunts full of gas, I be overdosin'

Shawty got that splish-splash, yeah, that's why I dove in

Diamonds gettin' groovy on my neck, tryna slow dance

They can't fuck with me, that shit dead, they got no chance

**** on god, Skii