BUST DOWN (feat. Reeves Junya)

[Intro] Bust down Eva Shaw on the DAW Buss buss buss buss Buss buss buss down buss [Chorus: Kris the $pirit] Buss it Buss it Bust down my cross, oh my God Floss like a boss in that Porsche Buss it Buss it Bust down my b***h she so gorgeous Throw that a$$ back, nice performance Buss it Buss it Throw that a$$ back Make it clap No R&B this that trap Buss it Buss it So hard, no keys this that crack [Verse 1: Fedd the God] nigga, they want that North Side shit Bust down my wrist, what it cost me Neck wearing all ice, Sydney Crosby Plug just touched down so he tossed me (hello) 20 white bricks in the car seat These Niggas is snitching, thats where they lost me These niggas is hating, thats where they lost me I got bad b*****s, they bossy I got bad b*****s in the lobby Freak who** calling me Papi (much) I’m that nigga don’t knock me Google me baby I’m poppin [Chorus: Kris the $pirit] Buss it Buss it Bust down my cross, oh my God Floss like a boss in that Porsche Buss it Buss it Bust down my b***h she so gorgeous Throw that a$$ back, nice performance Throw that [Verse 2: Fedd the God & Kris the $pirit] Throw that a$$ nice performance My meat on her grill like George Forman’s I got mad b*****s like Mormons ****ing, I’m asleep now I’m snoring I cannot **** with dem boys They not about it of course Your biddy just hollered I'm Getting her moist The way that I'm dripping I really didn't give her a choice Get a divorce Kim K, Meek Mill Big bank, big wheels, came along way from That dank fish scaled [Chorus: Kris the $pirit] Buss it Buss it Bust down my cross, oh my God Floss like a boss in that Porsche Buss it Buss it Bust down my b***h she so gorgeous Throw that a$$ back, nice performance [Verse 3: Reeves Junya] These niggas move Donnie Brasco No h**s like Johnny Bravo Where he come from, what he got on b***h I look like I just hit the lotto Switching h**s up, switching time zones B***h I’m froze up, these ain’t rind stones This a trophy, this a milestone Paint a picture, I’m the rap Picasso This isn’t personal, water round my neck Your b***h getting thirstier Just give her d**k, no I don’t got a purse for you Ain’t Eva Shaw then I don’t got a verse for you Ain’t trying to work with you I ain’t even done, Shorty think she bad and I ain’t even come Send me all them texts and I ain’t reading one Send me all them texts and I ain’t reading none Nigga try to bring me down then bring me up Then they see me out they try to mediate This is the reason why we don’t believe ya You a p***y sexy off of social media Wowwww[Chorus: Kris the $pirit] Buss it Buss it Bust down my cross, oh my God Floss like a boss in that Porsche Buss it Buss it Bust down my b***h she so gorgeous Throw that a$$ back, nice performance Nice performance [Verse 4: Kris the $pirit] Throw that a$$ back Make it clap No R&B this that trap So hard, no keys this that crack No Narcs these nigga s moving like rats [Outro] Buss buss buss down Buss buss Buss buss down Eva Shaw on the DAW Embed