Young Thug, Meek Mill - Bust Down lyrics

Uh, keepin' it triller, I walk in the dealer
I'm 'bout to go ham with my young niggas
(word)
You know the rule, if you see me in traffic
Don't dap me
You know I don't fuck with you (word)
Rollin' with Nicki and we in
The 'Bach and she heated
'Cause I brought the drum with us (word)
You know I'm fresh out the slums, nigga
(slums, nigga)
I know it never was love, nigga (woo)
I'm in the trenches
I'm hangin' with killers
An' robbers an' all of the drug dealers
(hitters) we in the section
We plottin' on takin' your chain
When you leave out the club, nigga
(stick 'em)
Show no mercy like a 'lago ('lago)
Ain't no money, ain't no convo (convo)
Get your bitch some Louis Vuittons, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey ya)
Bust down, bust down (bust down)
Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?)
Bitches that fronted way back in the day
All on the kid like, "What up now?"
(up now?)
I'm like, "What's up now?" (sup, bitch?)
You fuck with that lame an' you stuck now
(stuck now)
Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now)
Promethazine in my cup now (cup now)
When you be poppin'
These niggas dick ridin'
An' pretty bitches wanna fuck now (woo)
I'm up now
(up now) , I guess it's love now (love now)
I guess it's all cool
(all cool) , dope in the dog food (dog food)
Lamborghini got her pussy wet
Call it a carpool (whoa)

(Brr) Homicide
Got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on it
(Skrrt)
(Brr) Slim, thick bitch, big titties
With some nice thighs on 'em (Oh)
(Brr) Fuck with me, treat you
Like a street nigga
We gon' ride on ya (Ahh)
(Brr) I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby
Slip and slide on you (Errt)

N-N-No, we not selfish (Nope)
This that real gold, you can melt this (Yee)
III paint 'em up and they tailless (Ayy)
I pass a mil' like the damn quiz (Damn)
Lil' mama say she won't suck dick (Yee)
Lil' mama just want some new kicks
A-A-All of my bitches, they bad bitches
(What?) your bitch wish she was a bad bitch

Put some respect on my name (woo)
They got me feeling like Baby (hey)
Diamonds, they on me, go crazy (hey)
Saint Laurent on me, so wavy (hey)
Fucking in around, we ain't fucking around
I can't fuck with these niggas, they shady
(no) i know your jewelry fugazi (I know)
I know the jeweler who made it (who made it)
Frauds, I know these niggas
Gon' talk about 'em (yeah, yeah)
We gettin' money, they talk about it
(yeah, yeah)
We never ever gon' talk about it
(yeah, yeah)
We only trappin' and talking dollars
Wait, wait, wait, I'm tryna flip it
Get all the profit's (flip it)
I hit his bitch now he callin' bout it
I told that nigga I'm sorry 'bout it
Shawty popping in a dog filter (yeah)
I'm a dog, I'm a dog nigga (yeah)
I'm a shooter, I don't call niggas (what?)
On the D'Usse like Wall nigga (woo)
Cross her over, hit her with the woooh
In the Wraith, stars in the roof
Light her up like Pikachu
In the Ghost, playing peek-a boo
Wait, wait, wait, niggas can't
Figure me out, hey
I got this stick in the house, hey
I keep a brick in the couch, hey
Sit on that shit in a drought, hey
Sell it for triple the amount, hey
Stack it up, bag it up, add
It up, ready for shippin'
We sendin' it out hey

(Brr) Homicide
Got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on it
(Skrrt)
(Brr) Slim, thick bitch, big titties
With some nice thighs on 'em (Oh)
(Brr) Fuck with me, treat you
Like a street nigga
We gon' ride on ya (Ahh)
(Brr) I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby
Slip and slide on you (Errt)

N-N-No, we not selfish (Nope)
This that real gold, you can melt this (Yee)
III paint 'em up and they tailless (Ayy)
I pass a mil' like the damn quiz (Damn)
Lil' mama say she won't suck dick (Yee)
Lil' mama just want some new kicks
A-A-All of my bitches, they bad bitches
(What?) your bitch wish she was a bad bitch

Hold up
My lil' bitch want some new Chucks (Yup)
Suck up, suck on that dick, baby (Oh, oh)
Suck it, suck it 'til you get the hiccups
(Oh) hah, look at the wrist (Yup)
Drift on that dick and catch hiccups
(Woah, woah, woah) hop out the back (Back)
Hop out like uno, dos, tres (Hah)
Bitch, I'm back
Popping them percs by the thirties (Ayy)
She say I taste like a pimp (yeah)
I say, "At least you won't burp" (Nope)
Jump out that bitch from the back (Errt)
Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp
Swallow it until you burp
Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work
We poppin', bubblegum (Pop, pop, pop)
We poppin', bubblegum (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We poppin', bubblegum (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We pop like bubblegum (Pop, pop, boom)
It's our year, nigga (Ours, nigga)
We poppin', bubblegum (Pop, pop, pop)
We comin' 'round for some
(Comin' 'round here)
You know you want some (Come and run it back)
He ain't know we keep going down (yeah)
I'ma keep going, nigga, never, never, never
Never let 'em have it
Never let 'em have it
Grab the MAC trigger, nigga, let 'em have it
Bah, bah, bah, she just seen this shit
Uh, uh, uh, now I'm freezed out
Give me hiccups, jewelry freezed cold
Lost a mil', got it right back, nigga
Please believe us (Hey)

(Brr) Homicide
Got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on it
(Skrrt)
(Brr) Slim, thick bitch, big titties
With some nice thighs on 'em (Oh)
(Brr) Fuck with me, treat you
Like a street nigga
We gon' ride on ya (Ahh)
(Brr) I'm a megastar in a foreign car, baby
Slip and slide on you (Errt)

N-N-No, we not selfish (Nope)
This that real gold, you can melt this (Yee)
III paint 'em up and they tailless (Ayy)
I pass a mil' like the damn quiz (Damn)
Lil' mama say she won't suck dick (Yee)
Lil' mama just want some new kicks
A-A-All of my bitches, they bad bitches
(What?) your bitch wish she was a bad bitch