[Intro: E Jake]

Think about it...

They've been sayin' the world's finna end since the year you was born

And you still breathin'!

So live yo life

[Verse 1: E Jake]

I beat that pussy like I stole it, 'cuz I did y'all

She was running with that lame, but I'ma real one

Pussy so good niggas tryna kill niggas

Talkin pussy platter that'll bring the meals/males witcha

I want a taste of that good life (taste of the good!)

I heard life was a bitch tho (heard life was a bitch)

If they could bag her they would wife (what?!)

I'm just givin' her dick yo, NomTalmBout?!

Screamin the fuck world, homie (oooh)

Where the condoms at? Yeah, yeah, you know me

Out chea tryna put the heavy mileage on her

Smokin Arizona, sellin' Apollonia

Around my way get it off corner (right)

Givin' out samples gotta love a donor (hmm)

My heart been cold now it's even colder (right)

Colder than ah winter in Minnesota (aaah)

Everybody wanna pitch 'til you touch the mound (hmm)

I don't fuck with no one u trust them clowns (nah)

They be funny in style, too much running around

I get the runnin through town, I'm 'bout to lock it here down

You wanna pitch? Then touch the mound

I don't fuck with no one you trust them clowns? (Haa)

They be funny in style, too much running around

I got the running thru town then I locked it on down

[Chorus: E Jake]

With an ounce and buss it down

Got that pound and buss it down

Grab that brick and buss it down

Bag them chicks and buss 'em down

Copp that watch and buss it down

Finna push that drop no busin' now

We don't call no cops we bust them rounds

Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now (ooooh)

We gon' get that ounce and buss it down

We gon' buy that pound and buss it down

We gon' get that brick and buss it down

Finna bag them chicks and buss 'em down

Copp that watch and buss it down

Gon' push that drop, no busin' now

We don't call no cops we bust them rounds

Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now, good God

[Verse 2: Jay Boston]

Used to buss a six-duece down in dubs

No TLC, never 'round them scrubs

First time I hit the block, I knew I found my love

Me and E got rich got off a pound of bud (real talk)

A-Block police used to round us up

Since then ain't no lil' niggas wild as us

Bussin' bitches in the trap, I got my mileage up

I'm fly as fuck, that's why she keeps eyein' us

I got no time for laying up

P-H-M, ain't no I in us, can't no money divide us up

These niggas done woke a lion up (I'm up)

I'm bussin' licks if I ever go broke

I never sniff if I measure the coke

Ah nigga spit just to better my folks

Real nigga from my head to my toes

If I blow I'm never sellin' my soul (whoa)

Shout out to my buss it baby

Got a man now, so I ain't buss it lately

Let 'em know, we went from a bus to Mercedes

Show you how to get this money, drive the customers crazy

But these hoes be so regretful

I wish 'em the best 'cuz I know you stressful

Might stack a lil' money if he know you special

I'll see you again when we both successful

[Chorus: E Jake]

We gon' get that ounce and buss it down

We gon' buy that pound and buss it down

We gon' get that brick and buss it down

We gon' bag them chicks and buss 'em down

We gon' copp that watch and buss it down

Finna push that drop, no busin' now

We don't call no cops we bust them rounds

Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now (ooooh)

We gon' get that ounce and buss it down

We gon' buy that pound and buss it down

We gon' get that brick and buss it down

Finna bag them chicks and buss 'em down

Copp that watch and buss it down

Gon' push that drop, no busin' now

We don't call no cops we bust them rounds

Yeah they used to be the man they bustas now, good God