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Bus Stop (feat. Mozzy)

1,927

Hip-Hop/Rap

Bus Stop (feat. Mozzy) was released on October 15, 2025 by FTD as a part of the album Karma 4

Song Details

Release DateOctober 15, 2025

LabelFTD

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Dave East

Rap

Mozzy

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

David Brewster

Songwriter

Timothy Cornell Patterson

Timothy Cornell Patterson

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

29 Millions

Producer

John Sparkz

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

I want twenty-nine millions for it

**** love to go against the grain, that's where they luck stop

That's where they luck stop

**** love to go against the—, uh

[Chorus]

Maybach, I was in sedans until the truck dropped

Started at the bus stop, now I'm in a plush spot

**** love to go against the grain, that's where they luck stop

Ooter from Jamaica, and he banging, what the blood clot

Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck

From the dirt, volume one, never hiding from the wreck

Money on my mental, don't know how I'm gon' get rest

Everybody got a date, I don't know how I'm gon' get stretched

But I just know I'm blessed

I just know the work I put in turn into a check

I just know when people hear my voice, they feel refreshed

I just know some **** look at me and feel a threat, I know it

Pull up to the function with like thirty members

Strangers start to feel they love you 'cause they heard you winnin'

They could never fuck you over if you learn the business

Thinking 'bout his future, never seen no murder in it

[Verse 1]

Been them **** since we started, everything we did was real

You can't even talk about it, you was never in the field

Don't talk to me 'bout no money, you ain't never touched a mill'

You love that music from Chicago, but ain't never did a drill

Acting like you high off Percocet, ain't never popped a pill

You postin' pictures with me knowing we ain't really rock for real

I was sipping Tech, wouldn't pop it, it ain't got the seal

Nothing changed, **** I had then know I got them still

Nothing changed, if I had you then, I got you forever

The love be funny when the shit they did, they know I did it better

From when I Iceberg'd the sweater, and I Pelle Pelle'd the leather

Knocking Patra, I rolled with my cousin, she had a Jetta

Not everybody's steppers, I wouldn't see these **** walk

The loudest **** on the 'Gram, you wouldn't hear these **** talk

Crack was in demand, cuzzo changed his life with a fork

I got up with some ahks that get upset if **** mention pork

How the fuck I'm 'posed to stop when **** died just supporting me?

I done spent money on funerals, spent money on lawyer fees

Everybody ain't happy for me, won't be applauding me

But I bet they 'Gram turn up more when they start recording me

How you the king? You ain't come from no royalty

That dog food in DC, pressed 'em like the Hoya D

We taxing ****, get it from Trap, then that's a border fee

Nobody gon' do no extra shit, we move accordingly

[Chorus]

Maybach, I was in sedans until the truck dropped

Started at the bus stop, now I'm in a plush spot

**** love to go against the grain, that's where they luck stop

Ooter from Jamaica, and he banging, what the blood clot

Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my neck

From the dirt, volume one, never hiding from the wreck

Money on my mental, don't know how I'm gon' get rest

Everybody got a date, I don't know how I'm gon' get stretched

But I just know I'm blessed

I just know the work I put in turn into a check

I just know when people hear my voice, they feel refreshed

I just know some **** look at me and feel a threat, I know it

Pull up to the function with like thirty members

Strangers start to feel they love you 'cause they heard you winnin'

They could never fuck you over if you learn the business

Thinking 'bout his future, never seen no murder in it

[Verse 2]

Yeah, this our life in the field

Once the homies jump you in, you get a license to kill

If I sacrifice for it, you most righteously will

He ain't make it home from prison, brodie died on a pill

It's ill, clean up on aisle four when I spill

Got me begging for the Quagen 'cause I need it for real

M's, negotiating profit splits on a deal

**** stabbed me in my back, but I eventually healed, so it's nothing

YNs sliding buttons on buttons

Baby, send the invitation, they gon' fuck up the function

Black and white is law, we don't run on assumption

Far as what we think he said, that's a further discussion, I'm thugging

Chili interrupt the space in the luggage

Little 30k wire, close the case on my youngin'

Who's subbin'? Tell him log off the app and do something

I got interrogated 'bout it too, but I ain't knew nothin'

I'm stitchy, index on his paws getting itchy

Adopted him to the squadron, he gon' ball while he with me

We litty, popularity revolve around envy

But my mentality is Mamba, grab the ball and get busy, what's brackin'?

Written by: David Brewster, Timothy Cornell Patterson

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