I'm Buston Down On The Opp's Lyrics

Imma come pop you up like you're a printer

Beat never flop nah this one is a swimmer

I can come finger you bitch you built like fidget spinner

Imma come pass me a dime up, imma go pour me a Crime cup

I'm bustin' down on my opps cause they know ima shooter (p-p-pow!)

Call me a femboy the way I be eatin' at hooters

I just got me a rim job think I'm on crobers (nyeoom)

Fuck me a hoe she a slime pump, think ima hit up the time plug (uh, uh, uh)

I can go pack me a chime, I fuck yo bitch she a swine

I can tap in and ask rick ross if he want another damn fridge to resign (HE'S FAT!)

I can tap in and start gappin' they lackin' nerves rackin' bad bitch had me fappin'

I can go eat me some french fry and then the whole world finna know I be snackin

How was my form when I fucked you so hard that your iMessage games lost your progress

How were my titties when they bounced around so much that I made energy process

How come when I go to bed all I think of is Dream, but he's undressed

How do I find me more money I'm trying to rap till I own my own cheese press

Imma call you, PNB Rock (why?) I have your address

Imma call you, my surgery patient (why?) I do malpractice

Imma call you your ring door camera (why?) cause I have access

Imma call you on your ring door camera (why?) cause I have access

Where the fuck were you when I was down bad

Where the fuck were you when I had the clap

Where the fuck were you when I was in Leningrad

Where the fuck were you I'm nap (SLEEPIN!)

Where the fuck were you when I was down bad

Where the fuck were you when I had the clap

Where the fuck were you when I was in Leningrad

Where the fuck were you I'm nap (SLEEPIN!)

Where the fuck were you when I was down bad

Where the fuck were you when I had the clap

Where the fuck were you when I was in Leningrad

Where the fuck were you I'm nap