**** Show (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Peter Iskander/Bill K. Kapri/Miles Parks McCollum/Karon Malcolm Vantrees/Mikey Samuels II

Composed by：Peter Iskander/Bill K. Kapri/Miles Parks McCollum/Karon Malcolm Vantrees/Mikey Samuels II

Produced by：SMPLGTWY/ANDRO47/Peter Iskander

Bust a NOLA down

Bust it

Switches on the blickies hit it make the motor sound

Hit it

Make it automatic Maybach came with a tab

Yeah

And them gassin' I get high and pray it's everlastin'

Whatever

Broke some mama hearts nigga tore apart some families

Yeah

When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show nigga

When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show

It feel good in the hood we call him Brisco

Rob him out his pants make him dance nigga disco

Backin' away from smuts got to be careful who you love

Got to keep it tucked watchin' who you give your trust

Three-point-five stuffed blunt huff huff huff puff

Be my ice crushed up double cup stuffed

Knuck if you buck nigga jump and get mugged

You can look but don't touch baby unless you tryin' to ****

Soon a nigga say it's up I'll be right on his butt

Nigga ain't want to shut up I sent him right with his bro

How a nigga say it's up?

Hе outside without no gun

Bah bah

Baby want to see my sauce I say she must be on hard drugs

I go to the mall with twenty-thousand ain't even have the **** I want

Ain't even get drunk he bring that wockhard back he got it

Bust a NOLA down Bust it

Switches on the blickies hit it make the motor sound

Hit it

Make it automatic Maybach came with a tab

Yeah

And them gassin' I get high and pray it's everlastin'

Whatever

Broke some mama hearts nigga tore apart some families

Yeah

When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show nigga

When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show

It feel good in the hood we call him Brisco

Rob him out his pants make him dance nigga disco

It's us

Ain't back and forth with none of these niggas these boys be piss poor

Slippin' and slidin' **** get violent I'm tryin' to hit a ho'

Brr

All of my h*es be teamed up I move like Derrick Rose

Brr

I'll beef with the IRS I don't beef with no nigga who break down bowls

Brr

Paid twenty-five thousand on phones

My dog keep gettin' sent straight to the hole

I'll **** a ***** nut in her soul primetime beat up the role

Dickridin' niggas is h*es ***** slap her head up his ho'

If it's up it'll not make it in post

Right right

Niggas want me broke niggas want me dead

Right right

***** I put you on don't let it go to your head

Right right

That wocky felt like floor I still ain't seen a bed

Right right

I'm quick to cut a ho' head it's us I ain't never said

Bust a NOLA down Bust it

Switches on the blickies hit it make the motor sound

Hit it

Make it automatic Maybach came with a tab

Yeah

And them gassin' I get high and pray it's everlastin'

Whatever

Broke some mama hearts nigga tore apart some families

Yeah

When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show nigga

When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show

It feel good in the hood we call him Brisco

Rob him out his pants make him dance nigga disco