Buss It (feat. Travis Scott)

Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend Like, "Girl, I think my butt gettin' big" (yeah) "Butt gettin' big, oh" "Butt gettin' big, oh" "Butt gettin' big, oh" "Butt gettin' big, oh" Bust it, pop it (pop) Lock it, drop it (yeah) We goin' up like the stock hit Outside and inside the Lambo' is chocolate (it's lit) Throw it (woo), watch it (yeah), cake it (yeah), profit Bands gettin' big, it might bust outta pockets She keep it wet, I might bust down her locket (let's go) BBL, natural, don't care, won't tell If you comin' with gang, leave your phone at the hotel She know my body, she don't need the intel (alright) On top, spin around, go crazy, carousеl (yeah) Peyote Jack, wanna know what I inhalе She gettin' thick, ain't no way that you can't tell I linked up with shorty on payroll, she got a bankroll She do that shit when I say so Hit from the back, got her grabbin' her ankles Hand on her neck, I might give her a Van Gogh (yeah) And when I'm done, I'll go out with a bang though She said me and my brothers remind her of Bang Bros (it's lit) She in the mirror tryna work on her angles She gon' lick on it, spit on it, taste just like (pew, pew) Oochie wally, she be wildin' (yeah) Inside her body she gon' ride it like Kawasaki (she gon' ride it like) She said she was lit off the saké She left the lobby, parking lot, gave me head in the 'Gatti (yeah) She said she gon' give me the box and the posse Fucked around, introduced her to Roddy (straight up) Thing on my hip for when shit lookin' wocky I might have to bust it, just look at that body, like damn Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it Throw it like a stripper, damn Throw it like a stripper, ayy Throw it like a stripper, damn Turn around and tip her, ayy Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it Real slim waist with a body on me Goddamn, I'm poppin', I'm hot (I'm hot) Real thick bands in a motherfucker pants He was staring from a stance, so I took him to the spot I don't wanna talk, I wanna be in your mouth Tell that nigga get out, he ain't packing with a Glock Beggin' for a dance, he ain't even get a chance Threw it back and let it land Ain't no beggin' me to stop (stop), bitch Ate the pussy up on Tuesday (ha) Back in the side, yeah, two ways Give me that top like toupée Slurpin' on the pussy like Kool-Aid One don't be enough, I need two baes Nigga down my throat like D'USSÉ Lick all on the tip like brûlée Nigga, I'ma do whatever you say Now watch me Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it Throw it like a stripper, damn Throw it like a stripper, ayy Throw it like a stripper, damn Turn around and tip her, ayy Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it