DUST IT

Lyrics

The way I pull up on her block. She wanna buss it Yeah I'm fucking on ya bitch ain't no discussion Now you seem a lil sick. Get Robitussin What you want wahh? What? You wanna dust it The way I pull up on her block. She wanna buss it Yeah I'm fucking on ya bitch ain't no discussion Now you seem a lil sick. Get Robitussin What you want wahh? What? You wanna dust it With my tooly. I'm sippin' on a Truly I truly got bitches in the stu that wanna do me Sue me. Stupid, I got opps that never knew me Goofy. Talking to ya bitch. She call me Zoomie Fifty five on the high way I'm like uh I'm busy counting money in my whip I'm like fuck Gotta shootas on the text, I just gotta send one They coming at ya neck with the wicked blicky uh And she don't understand where I get the money I got a couple bands in my hands. I run it I make the oppas mad yeah that shit so funny I'm making all the plans like I'm making hunnids Smoking. I'm faded. Bitch I'm never jaded Got the twin Glocks and won't hesitate to spray it Say it or save it. You just gotta face it Noose around ya neck like a muthafuckin sadist The way I pull up on her block. She wanna buss it Yeah I'm fucking on ya bitch ain't no discussion Now you seem a lil sick. Get Robitussin What you want wahh? What? You wanna dust it The way I pull up on her block. She wanna buss it Yeah I'm fucking on ya bitch ain't no discussion Now you seem a lil sick. Get Robitussin What you want wahh? What? You wanna dust it Cut me. Gut me. Ion give a fuck g I'm coming back like the muthafuckin lord. Trust me You dusty musty, muthafucka fuck me For you in the casket with a muthafuckin cut g I'm the Unabomber, soon to bomb a lot Truth to power. Who's the power got? Paradigms. I Paragon a lot Dare to call em. Dead I know you not