Polo G, King Von - Let It Bust (Phil Jackson) lyrics

(Illa on da beat)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Scott Storch)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh von

I keep calling plays, like I'm Phil Jackson
We got Glocks and 'K's
'cause the field crackin' (Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain (What?)
My lil' vultures will snatch it (Huh? Huh?)
You can die a hundred ways, don't blink
'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save (Nah)
I drove real fast (yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (Huh?)
She get real ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound (Damn)
What if I was still trappin'? (What? Huh?)
Baby AR make 'em fall down
(Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah)
Hunnid shots, he's still clappin'

He think he turnt up, he
Finally seen me, yeah, we been havin'
(Who?) my squad don't give no fuck
We tear shit up, just like I'm Bin Laden
(Go) runnin' to them bucks
(Run) , my Gucci scuffed (Run)
Now I got rich habit's (Run)
I done had enough, might let it bust if
They don't quit cappin' (Damn, damn, damn)
Uh, now reload and I can't
See straight off the X
'cause I just keep rollin'
(yeah, I just keep rollin')
Sippin' Henny in my cup, I can't keep focus
(I been sippin')
He cuffed that bitch, he fell in love
I make her deep throat it

You know Von (Von) , I'm known to go in (Go)
Niggas hoes, they be wearin' sew-ins
(yeah, yeah)
I got out, fucked five of her friends
Bet a bitch won't cheat on me again
I get out my body, I
Got bodies, this a hobby, nigga
(yeah, yeah, huh?)
I get off that pill, I'm gon'
Score and Shaq can't stop me, nigga
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Your main bitch, I probably hit her
(yeah) , and your homie sister (Uh, huh)
Even though that's folk's cousin
(yeah) , man, fuck Lil
Mister (Fuck, boom, boom, boom)
Out here since a shorty, kept a 40
I would never worry (Nah, nah)
Teacher ask me what I want to do
I told her shoot (Huh? What? Huh?)
She think I'm talkin' about
Some Steph Curry (Boom, boom, boom)
Man, niggas better hurry, hurry (Run)
We throwin' Hail Mary's
(Grrah) , you catch this, you
Gettin' buried (Boom, boom, boom)
Smokin' on that Terry Barry
They left him Bloody Mary (O oh)
These niggas play, act like they gay
I pull up with more clips than Tyler Perry
(Rah, rah)

I keep calling plays, like I'm Phil Jackson
(Callin' plays) we got Glocks and 'K's
'cause the field crackin'
(Huh? Grrah, grrah)
Goofy better tuck his chain, man
My lil' vultures will snatch it
(What? Huh? Huh?)
You can die a hundred ways, don't blink
'cause it will happen (Boom, boom)
I ain't in no rush to save
(Huh? Huh?) , I drove real fast (yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad like she will not behave (What?)
She get real ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Long nights in the dog pound
What if I was still trappin'? (Damn)
Baby AR make 'em fall down, hunnid shots
He's still clappin' (Rah, rah, rah)