[Verse 1]
Main b**h got a warrant
You in the city or you tourin?
It ain't foreign than its boring
Totem pole in the trunk
She'd rather blow on some skunk
She ain't a fan of no cancer
Her best friend was a dancer
All these black men with they hands up
Momma singing like Chancellor
DemiGod on my wishlist
You ain't dead then you ain't sh**
Gave homies bread like Christmas
n***as is soft and they ain't got clout
I know your praying there ain't two of me
n***as will rant to my b**h
But when they see me in person and act like they cool with me
[Hook]
Real hustlers get down on the flo
Real n***as get down on the flo
Street n***as move around with a pole
All my street b**hes asking where the hoes
I can show you wear the pills for a dub
Bunch of Jordan's gettin stepped on in the club
I don't know if imma live to 21
But all this money counting gettin kinda fun
[Verse 2]
These b**hes is s**in an f**in so you know I'm duckin and dodging
These n***as is talking not walking like I won't send dogs through yo apartment
The city was rushin and bussin I guess all these 40s percussion
I ain't even know the best rapper in the city was up for discussion
KC star where the f** we at?
Guess I'm not on y'all local map
Throwing all that shade get your quarterback
You gone have to learn all the harder way
Crossover step back harden way
Man it's been awhile since I shot a j
All summer 17 shooting fades
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
Run it, buss it, girl you know you something
Run it, buss it, girl you know you something
I can't f** w nun these n***as less it's bout some money
I be hopin n***as try me know about me dummy
Run it, buss it, girl you know you something
Run it, buss it, girl you know you something
Northeast, vato
Money, no taco
Put in order for a piece
Come in shoe box, no sneaks
Ima be home in a weak
How you gon' grit with out the grease
Let a n***a think I'm square
Catch em slippin unprepared
Run it, buss it, girl you know you something
Run it, buss it, girl you know you something