Buss It (feat. Travis Scott) (Explicit)

Buss It (feat. Travis Scott) (Explicit) - Erica Banks/Travis Scott

Lyrics by：C. Brown/C. Haynes/E. Breaux/J. Blackwell/J. Webster/P. Williams

Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend

Like "Girl I think my butt gettin' big"

Yeah

"Butt gettin' big oh"

"Butt gettin' big oh"

"Butt gettin' big oh"

"Butt gettin' big oh"

Bust it pop it

Pop

Lock it drop it

Yeah

We goin' up like the stock hit

Outside and inside the Lambo' is chocolate

It's lit

Throw it

Woo

Watch it

Yeah

Cake it

Yeah profit

Bands gettin' big it might bust outta' pockets

She keep it wet I might bust down and lock it

Let's go

BBL natural don't care won't tell

If you comin' with gang leave your phone at the hotel

She know my body she don't need the intel

Alright

On top spin around go crazy carousel

Yeah

Peyote Jack wanna know what I inhale

She gettin' thick ain't no way that you can't tell

I linked up with shorty on payroll she got a bankroll

She do that s**t when I say so

Hit from the back got her grabbin' her ankles

Hand on her neck I might give her a Van Gogh

Yeah

And when I'm done I'll go out with a bang tho'

She said me and my brothers remind her of Bang Bros

It's lit

She in the mirror tryna work on her angles

She gon' lick on it spit on it taste just like

Pew pew

Oochie wally she be wildin'

Yeah

Inside her body she gon' ride it like Kawasaki

She gon' ride it like

She said she was lit off the saké

She left the lobby parking lot gave me head in the 'Gatti

Yeah

She said she gon' give me the box and the posse

F**ked around introduced her to Roddy

Straight up

Thing on my hip for when s**t lookin' wocky

I might have to bust it just look at that body like d**n

Bust it bust it bust it bust it

Is you f**kin' Two shots f**k it

Bust it bust it bust it bust it

Is you f**kin' Two shots f**k it

Throw it like a stripper d**n

Throw it like a stripper ayy

Throw it like a stripper d**n

Turn around and tip her ayy

Bust it bust it bust it bust it

Is you f**kin' Two shots f**k it

Real slim waist with a body on me

Godd**n I'm poppin' I'm hot

I'm hot

Real thick bands in a motherf**ker pants

He was staring from a stance so I took him to the spot

I don't wanna talk I wanna be in your mouth

Tell that n***a get out he ain't packing with a Glock

Beggin' for a dance he ain't even get a chance

Threw it back and let it land ain't no beggin' me to stop

Stop b***h

Ate the p***y up on Tuesday

Ha

Back in the side yeah two ways

Give me that top like toupée

Slurpin' on the p***y like Kool-Aid

One don't be enough I need two baes

N***a down my throat like D'USSÉ

Lick all on the tip like brûlée

N***a I'ma do whatever you say

Now watch me

Bust it bust it bust it bust it

Is you f**kin' Two shots f**k it

Bust it bust it bust it bust it

Is you f**kin' Two shots f**k it

Throw it like a stripper d**n

Throw it like a stripper ayy

Throw it like a stripper d**n

Turn around and tip her ayy

Bust it bust it bust it bust it

Is you f**kin' Two shots f**k it

F**k it f**k it f**k it

F**k it f**k it f**k it