Video Buss Down de Yella Beezy 2024 Rap Lyrics

Yella Beezy - Buss Down Lyrics

[Intro: Yella Beezy]
Bust down, bust down
Got everything off the bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down
Got everything off the bust down, hey
Got everything off the bust down
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown
Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now
You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now
Throw it in the air, watch it come down
Got everything off the bust down

[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Got everything off the bust down
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown
Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now
You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now
Throw it in the air, watch it come down
Got everything off the bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down


[Verse 1: Yella Beezy]
Got everything off the bust down
Silly ass bitch, you wanna fuck now
And my niggas stuff it cut up now
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down
Got more loans than touchdown
Trap money comin' in clutch now
Silly bitches wanna try to cuff now
Silly bitches get off my nuts now
Stackin' this paper to the ceiling
Boy I'm tryna make me a killing
Got them niggas up in they feelings
You ain't gotta have hands, I know you feel me
Pussy niggas say they wanna kill me
Fresh when I'm steppin' in the building
Money stretch down like gildings
Know your bitch want sexual healing, hey
Baby won't you come and swing my way
Come and drive the pounds on the highway
Nigga say that he want a five piece
Say a nigga thank God that it's Friday, hey
Nigga money taller than a skyscrape
Got the eagle sittin' on my waist
Baby girl, no you're not my taste
But if you run a pound you can be my date, hey
Got the pack in on a Sunday, hey
Had them hoes gone on a Monday, hey
Had the bitch goin' up on a Tuesday, hey
And I knocked the bitch down on hump day, hey
They say they want a deck, tell 'em come play, hey
I'ma get rich bitch, one day, hey
Make twenty bands off one play, hey
Say I know it's finna be a fun day, hey


[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Got everything off the bust down
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown
Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now
You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now
Throw it in the air, watch it come down
Got everything off the bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down

[Verse 2: Trapboy Freddy]
Everything in here gettin' bust down
Runnin' through the zone like a touchdown
Law's at the door, everything gettin' flushed down
Stupid bitch call me, got a nigga like what now?
What now? what now? problems every week
Can't even meet 'cause the law's on the street
Got a couple pounds, came in last week
Extra gram [?] and the pot on my cheek
Right hand, left hand, do it no hands
Hit this shit again, tryna whip me a Benz
Trap one deep, I don't need no friends
Got the heart on the calendar, got the boys in the can
I was gettin' money ever since I was a pup
Onions stacked up, all black, hockey pucks
Cookin' up drop, got the yellow like piss
Had the thing bust down like my wrist, woo, hey
I got the pack for the low, you get the pack at the door
Back at the store, I had them stacks overload, too much weed, it can't close
I do magic with the bowls, too much traffic, gotta close, I can't go back bein' broke
I got them bands off the coke, I remember I had to trap at the store
Can't hang out if it ain't 'bout money
Bust down an onion, make fourteen hundred
Eight ball of soft gon' cost one-fifty
P's six-fifty of the midget, come get it
Thirty-nine hundred get you a Big Mac
[?] chopped up like Tic-Tacs
Front you a pack then a nigga won't switch
Quarter bricks two-fifty, ain't no extras


[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Got everything off the bust down
My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown
Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now
Fuck around and get this bitch shut down
Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now
You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now
Throw it in the air, watch it come down
Got everything off the bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down
Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down
Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down