Correction Lyrics Buss It by Gunna

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Yeah, 'skgo

I just took a left wrist and I bust it
I just took a new b*t*h and I bust it
Ayy, can’t none of these b*t*hes be trusted
They put the croc on the Diors

I used to sleep on the floor
F**k the awards, just give the millions that come with it
We goin' Scotty tonight, then I’m done with it
I high speed the AP all the way to Dodee

Why the f**k she ain’t been textin' me lately?
I’m thinkin' she done with me
Had to murder one suspect, still on the run with me
no cap, this trap sh*t call me
Ayy, I let one of these hoes hit thе double tree
I got two different rooms at thе Lowes
Ayy, I kill the b*t*h if she try trappin' [?]
Ain’t from the trenches, imprint on my clothes
I got rich out the bowls and my records done sold
And I put a new neck on that b*t*h 'cause I’m cold
And I went got the bricks [?], ice out the AP
And you know it’s that scammer sh*t
B*t*h, we bankin' with back do'
Kick it in, we came in through the back do'
Get the M’s just to help out the black folk
And my brother BP [?] though
Handle no milk 'cause he lactose, I let that Mac go
I rather drip with some [?], 'fore I’m caught f**kin' with that hoe
You is not [?], look it, I’m gone, again
Go in and out through the back do'
And we stay strapped like the taksfroce
Just bought a big house but I’m at the penthouse
I treat the townhouse like a bando
Board the G5, I’m in Cabo with models
This trip probably cost me a 'Lambo
He talk on the net, then we wait like a year
Then we whack the lil' boy like Soprano
Don’t play with me, play the piano
I been in the war, don’t go back and forth
If it’s up, then it’s stuck, n***a, stand on it
This ain’t nothin' new, I done seen it before
And that boy got a whole lotta cap on it
Bet this lil hoe wanna love me
I pull out my d**k, when I did it, she sat on it
I made a vow to my dogs that we always get rich
And my n***a can bet on it

I was brought up to go get it
They know Rudy gang handle the business
Yeah, we straight out the trunk with them blickys
I was sure, ain’t nobody listen
I was blowin' them hundreds and fifties
Break the counter, we count up the digits
Went and copped my first watch, it was p*ssy
And I came from the south of the city
Zip yo' mouth, get closed, n***a
White paint on my hoes, n***a
Say slime, play yo' role, n***a
No heart, yeah, it’s froze, n***a
I used to sleep on the floor
F**k the awards, just give the millions that come with it
We goin' Scotty tonight, then I’m done with it
I high speed the AP all the way to Dodee

I just took a left wrist and I bust it
I just took a new b*t*h and I bust it
Ayy, can’t none of these b*t*hes be trusted
They put the croc on the Diors

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