Bussin! (WB Pt. 2)

Lyrics

[Intro: REASON] Thank you, once again Stop playin' with me I ain't my brother Pay me my motherfuckin' money Woah, look [Chorus: REASON] Far as love go, nigga, ain't got no suspects Buss down wrist, buss a bitch and I buss checks I'm bussin', bussin' Ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm bussin' (Bitch, I'm bussin') [Verse 1: REASON] Copped the AP, that shit came with a freak bitch (Han) Ritz, top floor, only time I'm on some sweet shit (Han) Land so many shots, wonder if they playin' defense (Han) Look, take the rap game, make it secret That just mean I keep it Ahead of my time so far it ain't nothin' recent Love my city, loyal to the sea, man, I'm jumpin' off the deep end I'm bussin', bussin' Yeah, ayy, bitch, I'm bussin' I can't play the back, that's what my pride do (Pride do) She gon' pull up tryna give me IQ (I know she is) Came from the dirt, feel like a fossil Success up in the air and in my nostrils (Woah) Crib look like a brothel (Woah) Gang shit, I pulled up with apostles Host up for when hospitality turn into hostile A nigga first put that on the gospel, more paper than a novel (I'm bussin', bussin', bussin') [Chorus: REASON & Ray Vaughn] Ayy, ayy, far as love go, nigga, ain't got no suspects (Vaughn) Buss down wrist, buss a bitch and I buss checks (Ayy) Good weed break a bitch down, leave her upset (Ayy, look) I'm bussin' [Verse 2: Ray Vaughn] Hey, I'm bussin' down the VVs, I'm walkin' W Fuck the teacher 'cause I learned more from the substitute My dream was to fuck my favorite actress, now it's comin' true Wild Wild West so I'm know to keep a gun or two (A gun or two) They don't know about this nigga, I'm like Jon B (Or John Wick) Murder with this ink and my bitch look like Ashanti (Ja Rule) If she find another nigga, still won't ever find peace (Never find peace) I push dog food, but in that kitchen like an auntie Address shit like homecomin', when them hoes comin'? I be in the streets like road runnin', let me hold somethin' Talkin' crazy, take his soul from him Give him a GoFundMe Feds comin', I don't know nothin', I don't know nothin', bitch Stupid nigga in school, I got all kind of class (Buss it, buss it) Y'all run-on sentences, where your commas at? I go on y'all Instagram when I'm tryna laugh Used to be a bum, now I walk up in a condo back, I'm bussin' [Chorus: Ray Vaughn] Ayy, ayy, ayy, far as love goes, it ain't nobody I can trust yet I don't wanna hear no bullshit about who up next I buss down a brick, pluss a bitch and I buss checks I'm bussin'