BussDown
Hip-Hop/Rap
BussDown was released on April 22, 2022 by Trxp Melody Records as a part of the album BussDown - Single
Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dorian Ryshard Lemons
Songwriter
Lothario Overstreet
Songwriter
Jaquez Strange
Songwriter
Lyrics
Lord knows all I need is a buss down
For every time a bitch told me
Get the fuck round
In the field no running back
All a **** need is a touchdown
Can't give up now
Gotta run this bag up to sundown
I wanna be legendary so I move my family
Can leave they trust bound
Shit can't be the same
Since my girl lost her momma rest her soul
These streets ain't a game
So one thang about it
Bitch yo gun
Remember chicken flavored packets
Scrapping ramen out the bowl
While in this world
Wanna know if my momma proud of her son
We the biggest steppas watch beneath us
When we coming through (We coming through)
My lil shawty reckless tell em chill cuz know what he a do (What he'll do)
We come from the trenches ravioli bowl and lunchables (Lunchabless)
Only if u knew that it was hard we aint have much to lose (Have much to lose)
It get dangerous on my side u aint from round u cant come outside (Can't come outside)
Caught lil shawty loafing wit his bitch I gotta lay em down (Lay em down)
Aint no time fa pity play that pity leave bloody frown (Bloody frown)
Str8 gelato in my wood don't turn me down we smoking loud
Let a goofy try to score bet won't get that pass off
The way she ride the dick on its on the 20 speed like a nascar
Pretty bitch she come from Puerto Rico and her ass soft
Fuck the jakes have watch zo race all with his mask off
I'm chasing gold like a Laker
We in da Z da
Da speed racer
Dey can't Keep up need a pacer
Don't need no hoe I need acres
Dey call that boundy aint no prolly
U gone die bout they paper
Don't turn yo back on up on da six
Or u gone owe dem them a favor
Watch foe dem oppas
We tinted in da linc
Top shottas out da top I
Can't fuck wit bitches tryna fuck me
Cuz my sign I
Know I'm Taurus
On my bull shit
Send em high (high)
Late night when I need you
On my phone
Who can I call on
Why dey all turning away
Just wait till ye I got dollas
I got Prada
They gone swear they was der all the way
Lord knows all I need is a buss down
For every time a bitch told me
Get the fuck round
In the field no running back
All a **** need is a touchdown
Can't give up now
Gotta run this bag up to sundown
I wanna be legendary so I move my family
Can leave they trust bound
Shit can't be the same
Since my girl lost her momma rest her soul
These streets ain't a game
So one thang about it
Bitch yo gun
Remember chicken flavored packets
Scrapping ramen out the bowl
While in this world
Wanna know if my momma proud of her son
Written by: Dorian Ryshard Lemons, Jaquez Strange, Lothario Overstreet
