Wuan - Bussit Lyrics

Whole lot of nothing
It's a lot of niggas talkin' sayin' whole lot of nothing
Get a whole lot of money
Every time we pull up on them hoes, bet them hoes get to f*cking
From the grove to the country
If yo conversation ain't about the pros, nigga f*ck it
On the road, yeah they love me
Ghost get the scripts for the low, hit the road just to bussit
I don't even go out in public, nigga I been focused, I can't entertain none of that f*ck shit
And pussy boy you know not to touch me, shit'll get ugly, rolling with the pack and it's musty
I can't even go out to the functions
Compensate me or hate me, I'm up to something
She hit me for that powder, she want that fun dip
And I love shorty to death but I don't need one bitch
I was hurting so bad, I needed a front quick
Catch the bus for that pack and I had to bussit
They raid one of the spots and we gotta flush it
Feds want discussion, better say nothing
'Cause that could be a problem, don't want no problems
Now yo mom a target, we don't do no arguing
Can't put my all in these women, I need the C-notes nigga
Shit, they could be doing some D-no's and we know...
A whole lot of nothing
It's a lot of niggas talkin' sayin' whole lot of nothing
Get a whole lot of money
Every time we pull up on them hoes, bet them hoes get to f*cking
From the grove to the country
If yo conversation ain't about the pros, nigga f*ck it
On the road, yeah they love me
Ghost get the scripts for the low, hit the road just to bussit
Say, I don't boost, I'm mobile, I bring that dope to your home
My dawg off of probation but now we talking in code
My plug on a vacation, I hope your plug is at home
I call him up four bows and put that four to his dome
Nigga, knock knock... come in
What it is, cuddy?
Where that stank at? I don't want no mids
From the ridge, yeah, bang the six
Bitch don't act surprised, you know what it is
And I know it's all inside, let me come on in, yeah
I don't need none of my guys just to hit a lick
Call up 'lil shorty, I'm on the way, I'll be there in a jif, yeah
I'mma strum up on that (Shhhh) like a violin, yeah
She wanna lay up for hours, forever caking up
That ain't realistic, let's run that paper up
Let's get back to business without the favors
Wonder why I don't kick it with niggas? 'Cause I ain't fake enough
Baby, you won't see me playing any roles
Can't look on no gram to see what we on, nah
Aye, keep that shit quiet, bitch, I'm on the phone
Go secure the bag, nigga, take it home (Take it home)
Whole lot of nothing
Whole lot of nothing, Whole lot of nothing
Whole lot of nothing
It's a lot of niggas talkin' sayin' whole lot of nothing
Get a whole lot of money
Every time we pull up on them hoes, bet them hoes get to f*cking
From the grove to the country
If yo conversation ain't about the pros, nigga f*ck it
On the road, yeah they love me
Ghost get the scripts for the low, hit the road just to bussit