BUSTA:
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Turn my music up (C`MON)
Turn my music up (C`MON)
Truck shit now (C`MON)
Truck shit now (C`MON)
Truck shit now (C`MON)
Truck shit now (C`MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Truck shit now (C`MON)
Live nigga bully foot brassed up on rap shit now.
Check it out now
VERSE 1:
Yeah, yeah, yeah re-lax that shit you talk
Before I sick my bitch on you that`ll bounce with your dick on a fork
I`ll bring a bigger storm to calm your clouds
I own a couple things; I even own a farm with cows
I own the moment when my niggas run deep through crowds
Like how a pregnant woman breast milk leek through her blouse
A lot of niggas like to wish on a star
don`t give a fuck who you are
I know some niggas that`ll piss on your car
Now see, every time we step in a place
I give y`all niggas shit that put a foul look on your face
And rob ice like I was never more able
Don`t drink coffee `cos my diamond be cutting the glass on the table
Hey, I be the lost found tribe of Jabas
Bust niggas then I plant another bomb in your ass
And then I put my students all in a class
To clear my ruler ship
And make y`all niggas fucked up doin` the math
HOOK:
One time now (C`MON)
Truck shit now (C`MON)
Truck shit now (C`MON)
Turn my music up (C`MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Truck shit now (C`MON)
Truck volume (C`MON)
Truck volume (C`MON)
CHORUS:
I know ya-wanna-get up-on it
Let me-show ya- how we do
Every-time we-drop that-shit you
Know we-put it-down for you (HEY, HEY)
VERSE 2:
How many times you gon` crush down somethin`
You need to change your name up, to Bus-A-Bus down somethin`
You fuckin` with the highest my nigga
Tryin` to fuck with the giants, might as well call me Goliath my nigga
C`mon, drop hot shit on the spot; sop it up with a mop
Before the hungry come and shop on your block
I know some niggas that`d love to blood suck you all
A thing of the past, because them niggas stuck you all
One shot bustin` the same bullet, struck you all
And when they bounce you hear voices screamin` FUCK YOU ALL
Gathered up about a thousand young ?box? who brawl
As decoys, in case they needed to duck you all
That`s why you better move tight with your click
Niggas be thirsty and quick
Just to be off into the night with your shit
C`MON, we keep it street to give a damn who you are
Make niggas wile, and bitches spread, and put they hands on the car
Now let me frisk `em, and shake they asses down to the floor
One dude wonderin`, What them niggas is poundin` me for?
What them niggas grillin`? What them niggas houndin` me for?
Before the poundin`, What them niggas was surroundin` me for?
Well let me tell you what the fuck we was surroundin` you for
We came to get you once but now I come to get you for more
And while they get and got, niggas drinkin` ten-dollar-henne a shot
Getting` drunk and wilin` out in the spot
HOOK:
What the fuck now (C`MON)
Truck shit now (C`MON)
Truck shit now (C`MON)
Turn my music up (C`MON)
Turn my music up (UHH)
Hot shit now (C`MON)
Street shit now (C`MON)
Truck volume (C`MON)
CHORUS x 2
