Buss Down A Check

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ti-Ti-Tim) (TimmyDaHitman?) (YIB) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] I'm having paper these niggas be hating I be growin' them flavors She dropping and motherfucking shaking it These niggas ain't worthy These bitches ain't worthy I'm ballin I need me a motherfuckin' jersey You beefin' I'm burpin' she bent over twerkin' I'm wakin' up early I'm weighin' and workin' These niggas be cappin, these niggas be actin' I'm sitting back laughin' cause niggas comedians I don't show no mercy to nigga who caught me 'Cause they think you weak when you too lenient Dog met that AR I came with the Tesla I'm beefin' and runnin' that money, steady increasin' it I gotta cum she steady releasin' it I ice out a arm but they think it's a crystal We pull up, we trappin', we movin' shit We went to the top We came from the sewer, bitch [Chorus] I know they hurt inside I know I'm hurtin' they pride She wanna hop in the ride Where I'm from you won't survive Married money that's my bride You scheming I can feel the vibe Loaded choppers on the side She want me I can feel the vibe Buss down a check with the team Buss down a check for the green Buss down a check with the team Buss down a check for the green Buss down a check with the team Buss down a check with the team Buss down a check for the green Buss down a check for the green Buss down a check with the team Buss down a check for the green [Verse 2] My chopper be tactical, verses be factual When we fuck she said my dick it feel magical Came a long way I swear that shit was gradual Just met the plug out in Cali and Malibu VVS neck my chain is too valuable Can't risk a mid my time is too valuable Might sell a pound for a rack or two It turns out I don't do what these rappers do Bitches all natural, hand is so pretty I'm servin' the city The killers be with me, I smoke like a hippie She touch on my jimmie, this shit is a fully this shit not a semi I roll up a bag with stuff that these niggas be huffin' and puffin' But they won't say nothin' They be swearin' hey finna rob me but they won't take nothin' I'm finna slump em', I hear she be fiendin' My shoes be the cleanest, so I walk up and Gucci expired I used to sell on the curb, play with me you gettin' murked I got a shooter that stay on the lurk I'm trappin dat work in a Nissan, hoot at his face now he long gone These niggas ain't on shit we on, pluggin' the streets I got long arms [Chorus] I know they hurt inside I know I'm hurtin' they pride She wanna hop in the ride Where I'm from you won't survive Married money that's my bride You scheming I can feel the vibe Loaded choppers on the side She want me I can feel the vibe Buss down a check with the team Buss down a check for the green Buss down a check with the team Buss down a check for the green Buss down a check with the team Buss down a check with the team Buss down a check for the green Buss down a check for the green Buss down a check with the team Buss down a check for the green