Lyrics Lil Zay Osama – Buss Down
Text:
Lil Zay Osama:
Earl on the beat
Lil Zay Osama, on the swag, gang, gang, gang
Dropped the pow, pop, pop, gang, gang, gang
This is Dior, I ain’t rockin’ no Bape (Ain’t rockin’ no Bape)
I gotta go far, I don’t care what you say (I don’t care what you say)
Rockin’ the AP (No, no, no, no)
AP, buss down
Fucked your bitch, she a buss down
Home run, touch down
Money came in, call it clutch now
I got on Off-White, I ain’t rockin’ no Bape
I got her all night, I’m fuckin’ her face
I ran up a milli’ and threw it in change
Them niggas boolin’, it ain’t too much to say
I’m from the S where we gang bang
Youngest trapper know it’s just to maintain
I got one in the hat so it’s bang, bang
Every city I’m lettin’ my chain swing
I be crackin’, still fuck with the visas
I be trappin’, still fuck with the reefer
Exotic, a dirty, no tool, boutta fire
You know all my prices is decent
I rap with the dirty, I call me a meeting
And I’m on my way to Ibiza
Check the bag, I’m a overachiever
I got bands on my stripes, like a zebra
With the business, I’m on top like I’m white
With the bitches, I’m a thief in the night
Pay for him a lawyer, make sure he alright
AP, buss down
Fucked your bitch, she a buss down
Home run, touch down
Money came in, call it clutch now
I got on Off-White, I ain’t rockin’ no Bape
I got her all night and I’m fuckin’ her face
I ran up a milli’ and threw it in change
Them niggas boolin’, it ain’t too much to say
Lil Tjay:
Every diamond is a VVS
Lil bro finessin’ with TCF
Thick white bitch woulda came here
She fuck on me and my mans
I spend the guap on Dior shoes
My lil’ right bitch, she with me, do mushrooms
When I spray the chopper I need much room
I’m big body, parking I need much room
I got some head from Nene
I was there, fuckin’ on Cece
I got a call from TZ
Closed at the back door, 3-D
They gettin’ high off the white
But this ain’t no
And I just hope I don’t tweak, tweak
‘Cause this chopper fold your mans
So you better watch what you say
‘Cause these niggas with me don’t play
That’s my slatt, that’s my slime
He’s gon’ shoot at your face
Lil Zay Osama:
AP, buss down
Fucked your bitch, she a buss down
Home run, touch down
Money came in, call it clutch now
I got on Off-White, I ain’t rockin’ no Bape
I got her all night, I’m fuckin’ her face
I ran up a milli’ and threw it in change
Them niggas boolin’, it ain’t too much to say
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh, whoa, whoa
Chop man, you know what I’m sayin’ man
Young niggas, made it out the trenches, man
You know about it, man
AP, buss down, home run, touch down
Gang, gang, gang
