Bands Bussin by Tdot Illdude Lyrics
[Chorus]
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Told shorty pop it for a hundred
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Young nigga winning like it's nothing
Ooh
Young nigga got the bands bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
[Post-Chorus]
Oh my, oh my, oh my Lord
Jesus Christ [?]
Stacks on deck, all aboard
Counting cash on the floor
[Verse 1]
I am that nigga officially
I need a whip that's from Italy
I need a bitch with consistency
I take a shot of that liquor
Bitch I'm [?] from the [?]
I found how to get to it quicker
And split it with all of my niggas
All of my bitches thicker
And shawty she roll up my Swisha'
One hunnid
Oh my lord
Christ Christ
[Chorus]
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Told shorty pop it for a hundred
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Young nigga winning like it's nothing
Ooh
Young nigga got the bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
[Verse 2]
All this work got my bands' bussin'
Keep a bad one, tryna handcuff her
Fuck around I might just let her on my guap
Shit I think I love her
Hit it from the back with my Tom Ford's cuffs
Rolling up a backwood, niggas trynna hover
Floating through the city, I'm a pretty motherfucker
Any bitch I ever wanted, I can hit it if I want it
If I really tried, if I gave these bitches time
But I be on my grind, no talk like a mime
And I'm really fly, you niggas just ain't [?]
We don't fuck with nobody my squad just fine
Way yall dick ride yall should get a fine
Hating on a nigga take a number get in line
Bands on my mind, eat a lot of sushi
Japan when we dine, Kristi Yamaguchi
Skating down [?] just left [?]
Pull up at the crib and I'm feeling real good
I can see the Hollywood sign, hallelujah
Whoo
I can [?]
The way that we maneuver
[Chorus]
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Told shorty pop it for a hundred
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Young nigga winning like it's nothing
Ooh
Young nigga got the bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
[Post-Chorus]
Oh my, oh my, oh my Lord
Jesus Christ [?]
Stacks on deck, all aboard
Counting cash on the floor
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Told shorty pop it for a hundred
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Young nigga winning like it's nothing
Ooh
Young nigga got the bands bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
[Post-Chorus]
Oh my, oh my, oh my Lord
Jesus Christ [?]
Stacks on deck, all aboard
Counting cash on the floor
[Verse 1]
I am that nigga officially
I need a whip that's from Italy
I need a bitch with consistency
I take a shot of that liquor
Bitch I'm [?] from the [?]
I found how to get to it quicker
And split it with all of my niggas
All of my bitches thicker
And shawty she roll up my Swisha'
One hunnid
Oh my lord
Christ Christ
[Chorus]
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Told shorty pop it for a hundred
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Young nigga winning like it's nothing
Ooh
Young nigga got the bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
[Verse 2]
All this work got my bands' bussin'
Keep a bad one, tryna handcuff her
Fuck around I might just let her on my guap
Shit I think I love her
Hit it from the back with my Tom Ford's cuffs
Rolling up a backwood, niggas trynna hover
Floating through the city, I'm a pretty motherfucker
Any bitch I ever wanted, I can hit it if I want it
If I really tried, if I gave these bitches time
But I be on my grind, no talk like a mime
And I'm really fly, you niggas just ain't [?]
We don't fuck with nobody my squad just fine
Way yall dick ride yall should get a fine
Hating on a nigga take a number get in line
Bands on my mind, eat a lot of sushi
Japan when we dine, Kristi Yamaguchi
Skating down [?] just left [?]
Pull up at the crib and I'm feeling real good
I can see the Hollywood sign, hallelujah
Whoo
I can [?]
The way that we maneuver
[Chorus]
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Told shorty pop it for a hundred
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
Young nigga winning like it's nothing
Ooh
Young nigga got the bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
All this work, all my bands' bussin'
Whoo
[Post-Chorus]
Oh my, oh my, oh my Lord
Jesus Christ [?]
Stacks on deck, all aboard
Counting cash on the floor