Lil B - Buss Em 4 Points lyrics

[Intro] Mmm, I'm feeling this sh** in my soul, shouts out to everbody that's riding the train right now Yeah I see you I know, We riding through the eastcoast man we love it Everybody riding that BART... on AC Transit... you feel me, yeah, mmm, You already know who it is. Aye who y'all really want? Yeah, I say who the f** want, if you want Lil B, throw your hands up! [Verse 1: Lil B] It's Lil n***a, man He put's the flows he's hanging And I don't gotta have a scraper Pushing doves and candy n***as call me candy man how I mugged they family Then you pray for them, some help, n***as derranged Motherf**ers know game recognize game Me and all my partners recognize game You paying to have your brain saved n***a we been only slaves sh**, f** n***as I bash 'em Make sure they in caskets Burns n***as burn badges All I'm leaving is ashes [?] n***as know, how I flow, like water Have em bark like kobe f** a b**h like Kobe Rolling purple in the swishers n***as know I'm a beast I'm lonely, dismiss you Your homie, automatic Glock nine's my homie Roaming in the streets cause I'm lonely [Interlude] That's some real sh**, Once again I be going over n***as heads You feel me, They call this that higher echelon of that rap, that higher, uhhh That next level [Verse 2: Lil B] Getting money I'm hungry b**h I eat a n***a face See the blood now I'm running Like a car now I'm running Like a star now I'm shining n***as see my grill, reverse fangs, blue diamonds Got game, pull diamonds Nothing less than a dimepiece Plus I got a quarter piece In my pocket for sale Well, shh, I got on bail And I'm holding your mail b**h I'm slanging yo rocks Taking over your block Coming over your spot Was the spots that you hide Got 'em hotter than pot Plus I cook, crack the pots Order psst in the box n***as soda bake n***as Call 'em them chickens Them motherf**ers ain't listen Man you know I ain't listen Man them n***as will shine And go harder than your glisten And I advise you b**h n***as to listen Got a problem with piston Can't hold your own gun Why you n***as missing Man, you missing, man Mischievious thoughts abouts snitches Separate us now we back in a division Got eye contact now we on our mission Man, got 4 ounces making domino points my n***as Huh, He will follow the point And he know I hold hollows that point Going through the skin, muscles, and joints Gotta hustle for coins Ain't never free gang, man I gotta buss 'em 4 points