Video Bussin Wb Pt2 de Reason 2024 Rap Lyrics

Reason - Bussin Wb Pt2 Lyrics

Bussin! (WB Pt.2) Song Lyrics
Bussin! (WB Pt.2) by Reason Thank you, once again
Stop playin' with me
[?], my brother
Pay me my motherf**kin' money
Woah, look

Far as love go, nigga, ain't got no suspects
Buss down wrist, buss a b**ch and I buss checks
I'm bussin', bussin'
Ayy, ayy, ayy, b**ch, I'm bussin' (b**ch, I'm bussin')
Copped the AP, that sh*t came with a freak b**ch (Han)
Ritz, top floor, only time I'm on some sweet sh*t (Han)
Land so many shots, wonder if they playin' defense (Han)

Look, take the rap game, make it secret
That just mean I keep it
Ahead of my time so far it ain't nothin' recent
Love my city, loyal to the sea, man, I'm jumpin' off the deep end
I'm bussin', bussin'
Yeah, ayy, b**ch, I'm bussin'
I can't play the back, that's what my pride do (Pride do)
She gon' pull up tryna give me IQ (I know she is)
Came from the dirt, feel like a fossil
Success up in the air and in my nostrils (Woah)
Crib look like a brothel (Woah)
Gang sh*t, I pulled up with apostles
Host for when hospitality turn into hostile
A nigga first put that on the gospel, more paper than a novel
(I'm bussin', bussin', bussin')

Ayy, ayy, far as love go, nigga, ain't got no suspects (Vaughn)
Buss down wrist, buss a b**ch and I buss checks (Ayy)
Good weed, break a b**ch down, leave her upset (Ayy, look)
I'm bussin'

Hey, I'm bussin' down the VVs, I'm walkin' W
f**k the teacher 'cause I learned more from the substitute
My dream was to f**k my favorite actress, now it's comin' true
Wild Wild West so I'm know to keep a gun or two (A gun or two)
They don't know about this nigga, I'm like Jon B (Or John Wayne)
Murder with this ink and my b**ch look like Ashanti (Ja Rule)
If she find another nigga, still won't ever find peace (Never find peace)
I push dog food, but in that kitchen like an auntie
I drag sh*t like homecomin', when them hoes comin'?
I be in the streets like road runnin', let me hold somethin'
Talkin' crazy, take his soul from him
Give him a gold for me
Feds comin', I don't know nothin', I don't know nothin', b**ch
Stupid nigga, it's cool, I got all kind of class (Buss it, buss it)
Y'all run on sentences, where your commas at?
I go on y'all Instagram when I'm tryna laugh
Used to be a bum, now I walk up in a condo back, I'm bussin'

Ayy, ayy, ayy, far as love goes, it ain't nobody I can trust yet
I don't wanna hear no bullsh*t about who up next
I buss down a brick, pluss a b**ch and I buss checks
I'm bussin'