Lyrics

[Intro] Bust it, bust it I wanna see you bust down Yeah, hah, hah Bust it, bust it, bust it Mm, bust down on the gang Yeah, mm, swish, swish Yeah, [?] studio, yeah [Verse] Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down) Nah, I ain't rich, but I ain't livin' wit' my mama (Wit' my mama) I ain't rockin' no Designer (No Designer) My name ain't Ian, got my style from the corner (Oh God) Laid back, no hypeman Connect word like a hyphen, I'm just livin' life, man Can't you tell that I'm enlightened? (Can't you tell? Can't you tell? Uh) Heh, I don't fear the nigga or the white man (Yeah, yeah) Got a fetish for the flow (For the flow) As you can see, I'm solid like I had the letters with the flow While they lookin' rich, hella niggas broke (Hella broke) Walk up on you like a gentleman, let me give you dough (Hah, hah) Is there anybody better in my era? (Anybody?) Pull up on a new rapper while he sing wit' his Cinderella Choke him out and hit the bathroom to [?] ([?]) Lies both of my hands, you see the dirt on that man? God damn (Hehe) Can't quit with this rap shit (Yeah) Cell-phone ringin', chick callin' like Kaepernick (Hello?) She was outta my league, now she wanna take a knee All 'cause a youngin' was on TV (Uh) Small T-E-A-M, more like E-T Alienated, trapped, you can barely escape it (Hah, hah) I gotta keep it thorough on my representation 'Fore you mothafuckas gettin' fooled by the judgification (This is) This is still BK all day Money comin' in, cities say, "Please stay" (Yep) G's spray, and you won't see it on the news But through these tunes, I let you walk in my shoes (Straight up, uh) Thirst, hunger, hunters (Yeah) Niggas get treated like prey, and cumber (Uh, yeah) Soul are numbered, not me, pop pens Not eat, cop beats, and cook like Kabachi (Uh) Wait, switch pace so they can't copy (Yeah) Roll with the right clique (Yeah) Y'all internet niggas always on some type shit Stro the MC always on some not in the light shit (Swish, swish) Every Friday, I'm like Craig with the mic grip Talk to him like DayDay, but I'm big word, more payday (Big word) I get emo when I see dough Mama made a bright son like Peebo (Swish, swish) Trust everything 'cept people (Say what?) Jack Mike shy like Teeto (Say what?) Good energy? I'ma need mo' Two channel, then I record like two four (Hah, hah) I used to chase the broads, now I chase the bread Fuck good, rather be great instead (Yeah) Reality turned my heart to stone Last night, looked Medusa in the face and said (Yeah) [Chorus: Blueface] Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, then slow that shit down, on the gang