Bust Ya Gunz

Whoo, yeah,

SwizzIt's showtime? yeah

Y'all know who it is

I'ma get it poppin’ like

I'm used to

Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?

Damn right, we make 'em cum

Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?

Damn right,

I make 'em all say

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go

Me in the scene,

I'm makin’ that cream

Them haters always say, what the hell does that mean?

I'm comin’ through your block, got somethin’ mean

The Ferrari pink, it blings

Yep, I got suede in my dash

I got your chick ready to kiss my ass

I go to the club, man, it's no cash

That black card make them chicks move fast

Can you hear me now?

Can you see me now?

I throw on my jeans tucked and it's out now

T.I. made them suckers bring it out now

The Ruff Ryders start it, now just shout it

Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?

Damn right, we make 'em cum

Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?

Damn right,

I make 'em all say

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go

Man, it’s engine, engine, number 9

You talkin’ crazy, you lose your mind

And if that chucker wanna throw that stack

Well, pick it up, hey, pick it up, you don't know me

But Kanye know my name,

Timbo, know my name

Pharrell, know my name,

Scotty, know my name

Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up

Came in the game at 16 and changed the game up

Kicks, snares, change the beat game

Cali like

Big said and

Big didI hope nobody got offended what

I saidYou wanna act crazy,

I aim for your head

Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?

Damn right, we make 'em cum

Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?

Damn right,

I make 'em all say

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go

I got a special guest for y'all

He go by the name of

Drag Dash, get 'em man

Guess who's back in your buildin’ ya big pimpin

Your big disc got

Drag Dash on, now come on, look two childrens

It's Drag

Dash, bitch,

Mr. Backdraft, bitch

Bust a slug like

I blub, blap-blap, bitch

Bitches know niggaz love the way my flow switch

Scratch my trigger finger, make a nigga itch

I ain't gotta tell you how

I spit propane

I'm at the gun range ‘cause

I ain't got no aim

Get at you rappers, spit the stank in your lane

My shit been clappin’ since

Don did ‘The

Soul Train’

I'm back like when bakin’ soda do cocaine

Drag to the

Dash, I'm in the hood like lo mein

Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?

Damn right, we make 'em cum

Do y'all niggaz bust your guns?

Hell yeah, we bust our guns

Do y'all fuck 'em 'til they cum?

Damn right,

I make 'em all say

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, let's go

The Drag album comin’ soon too

We got Needlz on the beat, man

Them drums is too cold cut-able man, yeah

Bakka-bakka, shots flowin’ here

Swizz, get 'em, whattup?

Lox album,

Eve album‘

One Man Band

Man’, bitch