She gone bust it open for a real nigga

She gone bust it open for a real nigga

She gone bust it open for a real nigga

She gone bust it open for a real nigga

Aye

When it come to hits, man I got plenty of em

Why you worrying bout that bitch, girl I got 20 of em

Dawg I told you I’m the best in my millennium

Niggas got they hand out like gimme some

Man it’s funny I ain’t the nigga that y’all thought I was

24 songs in a week, who working hard as us

Aye got too much in store, you know I’m stockin up

Aye got way too much sauce, they tryna sop it up

Aye she think she a toaster, don’t be poppin up

She don’t got no personality but she fine as fuck

She just changed her wig now she think that she a baddie

Uh, yeah, aye

Love a skinny bitch that got a fattie

She gone bust it open for a real nigga

She gone bust it open for a real nigga

She gone bust it open for a real nigga

She gone bust it open for a real nigga

Aye shawty way too bad, can’t even deal with her

Only thing I know is to to keep it trill with her

She my shawty homegirl but I still hit her

Give her meat, but I can’t stay to eat a meal with her

Gotta IG model say she wanna cuddle

Say she in Atlanta

But I’m in Augusta

I can’t stand these niggas music

That shit sound like ruckus

This ain't nun like the nuggets, I be shootin buckets

She gone bust it open for a real nigga

She gone bust it open for a real nigga

She gone bust it open for a real nigga

She gone bust it open for a real nigga