Buss Me a Script Songtext
von 03 Greedo & Maxo Kream

Yo, Credo, Max, Max, Credo, yo, yo,
Whoa, yo, ayy, ayy
Got a fatty butt, nigga, big bows and the mitts
I done spent the whole rolls
On the fence No track, hot, credo,
I′m having checks I been having emotions
Like a nigga, six-flag Never miss a commissary,
Nigga, get the bag Coldfield, mainline
Bitch, I was relaxed PC up
Nigga, never stop camping BBs on my neck
Please throw another tantrum
Wafi got me in it, Viggenstein, the linen R. I. P.
To legend, Louis V, the mittens Touch the snow,
I'm kidding, Max is supervision
Might be over tripping, my vacation′s
With him Tryna violate me,
Send me naked pictures I'm too scared
To hit him, it'd be hard to quit him Izzy
On the smoke, sip the hardest
Liquor Izzy on the strobe,


Neck is like a river Going up a stream,
Bubblin′ off the cream Straight vanilla bean
Might be blessed tomorrow Like Pharrell O′Seen, lot
Of purple shit in Memphis,
Tennessee Derrick Henry, step it,
Never switching seats I was in the cave, now I'm on
The scene Turn a bitch to sweet,
Gon′ never kill a weed Now we talking about the bills,
Loan the trash dollars I'll be shipping bills
I′m too hard to be at home when the shit come Only
Outcome,
Not a billion come Me and Maxo,
Working down the breast zone Need a bitch on
These blue hunters,
I'll finger fuck her Money talks
Ear rings like Chris Tucker Pretty hot, eccentric,
I′m a rest bitch fucker Me and Maxo
All about the cash flow Cousin got the oil by the
Crate like cash flow Fuck a bitch
Bust me a script Fuck this lil' bitch

I'm for real A nigga of blood, told her fuck with the
Crips Oxy and Roxy
We busting out scripts Putting bricks in that Fender,
We taking them trips Monkey nuts on my stick with
Some kicks and some hips Told her bitch to stop talking,
Come chew on my dick Sipping on walk, we don′t
Drop out, we walk Get you murked for a perk
Get you killed for some silk Crank lit Taliban guns
Like Afghanistan Formed for a crib
In a Jordan Dyle drummer band Big Meach in the streets
Sold a hundred thousand zands All my opps
We see my face in the nigga rain If I was you
Gon′ get you killed the same day Big homie in my zone
They gon' drill when I say Spin a opp like a DJ
K with the slay Kill a cop like Denzel on trending day
Like Curry with the 30
Shoot a nigga fade away Clip it to your head
Jump off
Blow your fat away Put the crown to your door
Now get a nigga gone Pop the Glock, get his top
Hit a nigga two-page Fuck nigga
Talk about Crank Clink Killer He ain′t never killed no
Crank Clink nigga Clips with extensions
Put with the switches Laser beam
Let me squeeze
Hairpin on the tricks Got a baddie butt nigga
Big bows in the mansion I done spent the whole
Rolls on the fashion Don't track opp greed
Oh
Have attraction I been having emotions like a nigga
Six-flag If ever miss a conversation
Nigga get the blanket Cold feel
Made love, bitch, I was relaxing PC up
Nigga
Never stop camping Didn′t reach on my neck,
Please throw another tantrum Fuck your bitch
Bust me a script Fuck your bitch
Bust me a script Fuck your bitch
Bust me a script Fuck your bitch
Let's take a trip Ay, fuck your bitch
Bust me a script Fuck your bitch
Bust me a script Fuck your bitch
Bust me a script Fuck your bitch
Let′s make it drip