No Busters

Lyrics

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Know what I'm sayin'? We got some exotic, you know, we smokin' exotic, man (It's Pablo Juan) We go to the tropics, know what I'm sayin'? I'm talkin' for real [Pre-Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] All of these bitches, they fuck with us, come with us We roll it up and we smoke like the Rasta All of these bitches, they fuck with Pablo and Lil Duke And Yak Gotti, they fuck with the Rasta All of these bitches, they know that we real She don't wanna fuck with no buster I keep it on me, that colorful money Damn right, it come from the hustle [Chorus: Yak Gotti] She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no other She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster [Verse 1: Yak Gotti] Life goes on, was it worth it? She hugged me and she had me out [?] Out of town with the clown, was it worth it? I admit I did some things, I ain't perfect Had some kids and now a nigga working Getting paid to rap, no more service Heart racing like the Kentucky Derby I fucked her in a Maybach, closed curtains She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no lame She say she want a nigga with cash She want a young nigga with stain Hopped out the Aston, hopped out the 'Rari Baby, I'm sorry, this my apology You are a part of me [Pre-Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] All of these bitches, they fuck with us, come with us We roll it up and we smoke like the Rasta All of these bitches, they fuck with Pablo and Lil Duke And Yak Gotti, they fuck with the Rasta All of these bitches, they know that we real She don't wanna fuck with no buster I keep it on me, that colorful money Damn right, it come from the hustle [Chorus: Yak Gotti] She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no other She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] She said her last nigga wasn't enough Used to talk to her bad, beat her up I came through, and I beat it up I ain't gon' let him come between us She know I'm a real one, I got shooters out the truck I pull up in the hood, drop off the product Go to Jamaica and smoke like a Rasta Yak Gotti with me, my shotta No, no, no She don't really want no buster T-T-G, she trained to go If I tell her, she might bust you She know I came from the struggle, I can't go back I got too much hustle She's in the kitchen, she's the one that whip up the crack That little bubble make it bubble [Pre-Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] All of these bitches, they fuck with us, come with us We roll it up and we smoke like the Rasta All of these bitches, they fuck with Pablo and Lil Duke And Yak Gotti, they fuck with the Rasta All of these bitches, they know that we real She don't wanna fuck with no buster I keep it on me, that colorful money Damn right, it come from the hustle [Chorus: Yak Gotti] She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no other She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster [Verse 3: Lil Duke] She don't wanna fuck with no buster All in her lane, they be cuffing She said her last nigga was nothing Everything I wear be custom Whenever I land, I'm giving them hell Fresh out the clip, boy, smell the YSL Keep my little bae with me, she want Chanel If the police get her, she will not tell She know that she love me, she know that she love me She stayed always down when a nigga had nothing Damn, I went, got little bitch in whatever she want I swear, she ain't gotta want for nothing I cannot love her, I'm in love with money In love with my niggas, they keep it a hundred When I was down bad and broke, they was stunting Now that I got me a check, they come running I want blue hundreds [Pre-Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] All of these bitches, they fuck with us, come with us We roll it up, and we smoke like the Rasta All of these bitches, they fuck with Pablo and Lil Duke And Yak Gotti, they fuck with the Rasta All of these bitches, they know that we real She don't wanna fuck with no buster I keep it on me, that colorful money Damn right, it come from the hustle [Chorus: Yak Gotti] She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no other She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster She don't wanna fuck with no buster