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I'm a sneaky ass nigga, wouldn't trust me Got the Glock on my hip then I'm bustin' I'm a sneaky ass nigga, wouldn't trust me Got the Glock on my hip then I'm bustin' Don't care about shit, not nothing Might pull up, aim it at your cousin Bustin', bustin', pull up aiming for nothing Bustin', bustin', pull up aiming for nothing Shoot up the crowd, see the shit shake Kickin' this shit, no sensei Nigga want, he gon' get baked My niggas shooting shit, no NBA Niggas talkin' fast, have you meet the fucking draco And I got the AR shooting through his cakehole AR, doot doot, sound like a gate code And I had to lay him down, now I'm on the lay low My shooters pull up, get to bustin' Bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin' Bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin' Bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin' Bustin', bustin', ayy ayy, bustin' From Letras Mania