Marino Infantry, A$AP ANT, OG Don, Soduh, Baby 9eno - Busch Gardens lyrics
[Marino Infantry, A$AP ANT, OG Don, Soduh, Baby 9eno - Busch Gardens lyrics]
Pillsbury, I beat up the pies
Busch Gardens, bitch, I got rides
His shirt was white but I made it tie dye
When I kill 'em, don't ask me why
Paul Pierce, I'm the truth, no lies
Yeah, okay
I'm sippin' on Wock' when I pour up
Got a Glock and it's under my sweater
I'ma hit the first day that I met her
You can't take my seat like Rozan
That nigga actin', I know he a poser
Walk in the store and you
Know that I close it
Walk in the water, I'm feelin' like Moses
Marino my team and we focused
I'm drenched in the drip and I'm soakin'
Givе me the top piecе Moltrin
I shattered the pot, broke it
Glock 17 loaded huh, what? Bloated
Pounds of the what, flip it
Slam dunk off the vert, physics
10K play, no kizzy
Yeezy boots mixed with the
Twelve missed calls, I'm busy
Oops, did it again, no Britney
Overseas chillin' in
I get racks, no boob job
In New York getting that booty call
I don't wanna hear your stories
You talkin' fables
No Limit like Master P, made my own label
So I flex with my muscles, a Glock on me
No I can't tussle
Came in here dressed in all black, wolfpack
Y'all niggas called two flapjacks
I told her hide the drugs in her ass crack
Baron Davis
Believe Team played for the Warriors
Allen Iverson, GeorgeTown Hoya
Spank me a nigga, I'm paying a lawyer
I'm stuck with the Glock like Davy and Toya
Yeah, I'm sellin' Za with the Fentanyl
Pop me a Perc, start gettin' my shit off
Come to the hood, I'm a big dawg
Young nigga with me
He lettin' that stick off
Get the top from your bitch
Then I'm ready to dip off
I'm takin' it home like I
Caught me a pick off
Cartier frames with the cranberry tint
VVS 1, bitch, I make it make sense
Got that stick on my hip
When I walk in events
And that Za is the one so I walk with a scent
Walk out of Saks, I be fresh like a mint
I ain't checkin' the tag
I can't say what I spent
I'm with the gangstas and gents
Bitch gon' eat a nigga up
'cause I'm paying her rent
Busch Gardens, bitch, I got rides
His shirt was white but I made it tie dye
When I kill 'em, don't ask me why
Paul Pierce, I'm the truth, no lies
Yeah, okay
I'm sippin' on Wock' when I pour up
Got a Glock and it's under my sweater
I'ma hit the first day that I met her
You can't take my seat like Rozan
That nigga actin', I know he a poser
Walk in the store and you
Know that I close it
Walk in the water, I'm feelin' like Moses
Marino my team and we focused
I'm drenched in the drip and I'm soakin'
Givе me the top piecе Moltrin
I shattered the pot, broke it
Glock 17 loaded huh, what? Bloated
Pounds of the what, flip it
Slam dunk off the vert, physics
10K play, no kizzy
Yeezy boots mixed with the
Twelve missed calls, I'm busy
Oops, did it again, no Britney
Overseas chillin' in
I get racks, no boob job
In New York getting that booty call
I don't wanna hear your stories
You talkin' fables
No Limit like Master P, made my own label
So I flex with my muscles, a Glock on me
No I can't tussle
Came in here dressed in all black, wolfpack
Y'all niggas called two flapjacks
I told her hide the drugs in her ass crack
Baron Davis
Believe Team played for the Warriors
Allen Iverson, GeorgeTown Hoya
Spank me a nigga, I'm paying a lawyer
I'm stuck with the Glock like Davy and Toya
Yeah, I'm sellin' Za with the Fentanyl
Pop me a Perc, start gettin' my shit off
Come to the hood, I'm a big dawg
Young nigga with me
He lettin' that stick off
Get the top from your bitch
Then I'm ready to dip off
I'm takin' it home like I
Caught me a pick off
Cartier frames with the cranberry tint
VVS 1, bitch, I make it make sense
Got that stick on my hip
When I walk in events
And that Za is the one so I walk with a scent
Walk out of Saks, I be fresh like a mint
I ain't checkin' the tag
I can't say what I spent
I'm with the gangstas and gents
Bitch gon' eat a nigga up
'cause I'm paying her rent