Let It Buss (Everlasting)

[Chorus]

Packin', .40 on my hip, never lackin'

I could fuck his bitch from the back end, get it crackin'

Never runnin' out of cash, everlastin', hey

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Rockin' them shows with the Rémy in my hand, mm

Percocets 'cause I ain't fuckin' with no Xans, mm

No advance, just them millions in my hand, mm

Count it up, ooh, rubber band it

Niggas stealin' flows, stupid bandit

Too much sauce, you get lost, you can't handle it

I love mixing up narcotics in my Cannabis

Remember them days, I was broke, ain't have a pot to piss in

Now, a nigga stay winning, sack chase

Pull up like skrrt, drag race

Lil' bitch, you move too slow, I'm fast-paced (Skrrt)

Packin', .40 on my hip, never lackin'

I could fuck his bitch from the back end, get it crackin'

Never runnin' out of cash, everlastin', hey

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah

Leanin' got me slow, overdose

Molly and the Hennessy, catch the Holy Ghost

.40 for my enemies, I'm gon' do the most

I got a lot of frenemies, they gon' do the most

'Cause they know I'm on top, top from they thot

Pull up in the drop, bitch in my drop

Run up, you get popped, phew, huh, from the Glock, huh

Knock 'em out the park, bitch, Sandlot

Bankrolls with the blue face on fleek

That's yo' girl, why she on me?

YSL with the Murakami on me

On fleek, you ain't gettin' money then we don't speak-eak

Packin', .40 on my hip, never lackin'

I could fuck his bitch from the back end, get it crackin'

Never runnin' out of cash, everlastin', hey

Let it bust, yeah, yeah, let it bust, yeah, yeah