Bustdown ft. Trill Fargo & DREAM Lyrics

I remember days I was uptown

Everything a touchdown dream here pedant on a Bustdown

Big boy cully it's the truck now

Feel like I don't fully give a fuck now

Do I get the bag it's a must now

I remember days I was uptown

Eye for and eye why you think I roll with this pump now

God opened doors I never knocked on

I fucked a high class thotty with my sox on

She suck me till the morning she has lockjaw

That perk make her crazy she on top more

Put a drum on the duffle niggas drop more

I got 5 or 6 pieces hit the box more

Look like Rastas hit shorty from the back sound like pasta

You ever mix some wock With the shasta

When I go deep she call me poppa

Mix me with the mix up and the drama

Mix me with the mix up and the drama

When you really from the bottom this shit feel good

I'm taking perkys for the pain but I don't heal up

I put my heart into the music I don't need love

I put my heart into the music I don't love

Heart so cold I don't need love

Fuck that bitch I had to ease off

I know that I'm Decent I'm out here thugging with my demons

I know I'm trying put my feet up

Trying show her tats on her cleavage

Heart so cold I'm anemic

Came up from the slums yeah the trenches

Everything a touchdown dream here pedant on a Bustdown

Big boy cully it's the truck now

Feel like I don't fully give a fuck now

Do I get the bag it's a must now

I remember days I was uptown

Eye for and eye why you think I roll with this pump now

Fuck her off The Drugs like ah Rock star

Mix The Cream Soda With The wockhart

Brody trigga happy with that Glocka

Why you playing with your life that is not smart

Hard time Turn Me To Ah Monster

Hit him Up He Won't Make It To The Doctor

From the Home Ah the real top shottas

Make ah movie with that kelly Yeah The chopper

High speed running from helicopters

Only focused on my Benjii's and my commas

Rick owens mixed with the Prada

Told her fuck love it's to much drama

Different nights different bitches in the sounders

hit twenty different states in four seasons

We gone get the money then we leaving

Heart so cold shit it's freezing

Fourth quarter balling harder than derozan

I'm pass it to my ni**as if they open

Fly to bali it was thirty off the touchdown

Rica vida on my neck go it bustdown

They looking at the top it's just us now

My demons don't play don't fuck around

Fly to bali it was thirty off the touchdown

Rica vida on my neck go it bustdown

Everything a touchdown dream here pedant on a Bustdown

Big boy cully it's the truck now

Feel like I don't fully give a fuck now

Do I get the bag it's a must now

I remember days I was uptown

Eye for and eye why you think I roll with this pump now