Yeah

Can't tell you 'bout... bussdowns

But tell you 'bout head bustings

Ay, look

[Chorus]

Can’t tell you about bussdowns

But I can tell you about head bustings

'Cause I done indulged in such things

Man thought they were fly ‘til I cut wings

Can’t tell you about bussdowns

But I can tell about head bustings

I Can’t tell you about bussdowns

But I can tell about head bustings

[Verse 1]

The buj smells disgusting

And the knife looks like it’s rusting

That’s raw on my Levi Jeans front

Not icing sugar dusting

If the Feds bust in they ain’t gonna be hearing I put Victoria sponge in

Like I just took a dump I’m flushing

In an officer’s face I’m chuckling

Like "better luck next time you dirty pig, should’ve been in a pack of pork scratchings"

Soon as I get free, I’m back in

Finna roll ‘round thеre with a mad ting

Yeah you might get monеy but you ain’t like me

My brain cells need re-mapping

'Cause I’d rather do drills than trapping

Gimme a hundred large I’ll whack him

Better yet I’ll do it for 80, 75

See what I’m like

Don’t ask why my man ain’t dead yet

Cah' we already tried

Me, myself and I

Is all man bloodclart need when it’s time to ride

Tryna turn man Casper (Ay, ay, ay)

Better yet poltergeist

Tryna put man’s face on the paper front

Did you see it 'pon the yellow sign

Riding reclined in a long black whip with your family behind, crying (Yes)

In due time

The who, what, what’s and spits

Like say fish was frying

Not tuna in brine

Bun up your fucking dick tryna put it back on your waist about cooling time

Bruck up your friendem cah they’re involved

Mash up your gyal even though she ain’t

Beef me, that’s all Long like Shane

Cah' manna demon i ain’t no saint

Cats calls me Max or call me Shane

Mashing up membranes with crack cocaine (Ay, ay, ay, ay)

Mashing up membranes with crack co-

Fucking hell, what a dirty word

Wake up, pray that we don’t get bird

Me be broke? Nah that’s absurd

Hit frontline, start fucking up kerb

Weed in my zoot, not spice or sherm

In the dirt back like a fucking earthworm

Make them gauge, manna make them gurn

Manna make them gauge manna make them gurn

[Verse 2]

Can’t tell you about bussdowns

But I can tell you about head bustings

'Cause I done indulged in such things

Man thought they were fly ‘til i cut wings

Man put them back if you’re running up your trap

With a halo to accompany

I need Queen Elizabeth’s company

So I might do man dirty

Keep up with skull-duggery

Fuckery

Deal with the stain like Daz or Persil liquid tabs

Hot head, never been content with just dribs and drabs

Start with a Q with a aim of touching bricks and slabs

Last time you was in a cut is when you was picking scabs

You chase her 'cause she got a butt

I pursue it to put drugs in vag

Said I had rice and curry

You’re a fool if you thought I meant Taste of Raj

Hit them sales in my clear glasses tryna look lij, eyes ain’t bad

Gyal strip like she’s hot and flustered

Cah man’s hustlers

Everyting cushty

Everyting mustard

Quaalude coming in clusters

Got it direct from a geezer but i got taught how to cook it by rustlers

At your own risk put your weed on them Tanitas

Man put stuff on it

Bitch so bad she will jump off the ‘ood she’s riding just to suck on it

I like it but if we’re talking ‘bout money then like McDonald’s I’m loving it

If she didn’t plug this food and bag this horse I wouldn’t even trouble it

Man made your monthly wage, splashed it

Maintained, went HAM then doubled it

Don’t get involved in big man convo

I barricade the door when the water’s bubbling

We ain’t making chicken alfonso

After I nut, I cut, no cuddling

Ima just pick up this phone while I get this brain

She’s tryna go harder

Tryna make me muddle out what I’m saying by jerking her jaw side faster

To her it’s a game but money haffi mek and the phones dem haffi get answer

Still got Shania Twain

And I got Lady Gaga

Get crashed up, mis-shape up if I drive by and see you in the barbers

Take man’s food and P’s for dinner

Retaliate?

Life is afters

Villainous grafters

Don’t go anywhere without chargers

I can’t stay if there’s no reception

And I love move like Bushkin, Fonti, Mighty Mo

Man’s heartless

Locking off dances

Suttin’ haffi dead, that’s corpse and carcass

Try touch, get touched like cactus

Actors, they should win BAFTAs

[Outro]

Can’t tell you about bussdowns

But I can tell you about head bustings