Bust Down Lyrics - Meek Mill

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] 

Uh, keepin' the driller, I walk in the dealer 

I'm 'bout to go ham with my young niggas (word) 

You know the rule, if you see me in traffic 

Don't dap me, you know I don't fuck with you (word) 

Rollin' with Nicki and we in the 'Bach and she heated 

'Cause I brought the drugs with us (word) 

You know I'm fresh out the slums, nigga (slums, nigga) 

I know it never was love, nigga (woo) 

I'm in the trenches, I'm hangin' with killers 

An' robbers an' all of the drug dealers (hitter) 

We in the section, we plottin' on takin' your chain 

When you leave out the club, nigga (stick 'em) 

Show no mercy like a 'lago ('lago) 

Ain't no money, ain't no convo (convo) 

Get your bitch some Louboutins, though 

In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya) 

Bust down, bust down (bust down) 

Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?) 

Bitches that fronted way back in the day 

All on the kid like, "What up now?" (up now?) 

I'm like, "What's up now?" (sup, bitch?) 

You fuck with that lame an' you stuck now (stuck now) 

Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now) 

Promethazine in my cup now (cup now) 

When you be poppin', these niggas dick ridin' 

An' pretty bitches want to fuck now (woo) 

I'm up now (up now), I guess it's love now (love now) 

I guess it's all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food) 

Lamborghini got her pussy wet, call it a carpool (whoa) 

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[Chorus: Young Thug] 

Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on 'em (uh, brr) 

Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr) 

Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em 

I'm a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you 

No we not selfish, this that real gold you can melt this 

I paint 'em up and they tailless 

I pass a mil' like a damn quiz 

Lil' mama say she won't suck dick 

Lil' mama just want some new kicks 

All of my bitches, they bad bitches 

Your bitch wish she was a bad bitch 

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[Verse 2: Meek Mill] 

Put some respect on my name 

They got me feeling like Baby 

Diamonds, they on me, go crazy 

Saint Laurent on me, so wavy 

Fucking in around, we ain't fucking around 

I can't fuck with these niggas, they shady 

I know your jewelry fugazi 

I know the jeweler who made it (who made it) 

Frauds, I know these niggas gon' talk about 'em (yeah yeah) 

We gettin' money, they talk about it (yeah yeah) 

We never ever gon' talk about it (yeah yeah) 

We only trappin' and talking dollars 

Wait, wait, wait, I'm tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it) 

I have this bitch named [??] 

I told that nigga I'm sorry 'bout it 

Shawty popping in a dog filter 

I'm a dog, I'm a dog nigga (yeah) 

I'm a shooter, I don't call niggas (what) 

On the D'Usse like Wall nigga 

[??] hit her with the woooh 

In the Wraith, stars in the roof 

Light her up like Pikachu 

In the Ghost, playing Peak-a-boo 

Wait, wait, wait, niggas can't figure me out, hey 

I got this dick in her house, hey 

I keep a brick in the couch, hey 

Sit on that shit in a drought, hey 

Sell it for triple the amount, hey 

Stack it up, bag it up, add it up, ready for shipping we sendin' it out 

[Chorus: Young Thug] 

Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on 'em (uh, brr) 

Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr) 

Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em 

I'm a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you 

No we not selfish, this that real gold you can melt this 

I paint 'em up and they tailless 

I pass a mil' like a damn quiz 

Lil' mama say she won't suck dick 

Lil' mama just want some new kicks 

All of my bitches, they bad bitches 

Your bitch wish she was a bad bitch 

[Verse 3: Young Thug] 

Hold up, my lil' bitch want some new Chucks 

Suck up, suck on that dick, baby 

Suck it, suck it 'til you get the hiccups 

Ha, look at the wrist 

Drift on that dick and catch hiccups 

Hop out the back 

Hop out like uno dos tres 

Hah, bitch, I'm back 

Popping them percs by the thirties 

She say I taste like a pimp 

I say at least you won't burp 

Jump out that bitch from the back 

Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp 

Slurp it up until you burp 

Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work 

We popping bubblegums 

We popping bubblegums (yeah yeah yeah) 

We popping bubblegums, (yeah yeah yeah) 

We pop like bubblegum 

It's our year now 

We popping bubblegum 

We coming 'round for some 

You know you want some 

He ain't know we keep going down 

I'ma keep going, never never never 

Never let 'em have it, never let 'em have it 

Grab them hair triggers, nigga, let 'em have it 

[??], see this shit 

Now I'm freezed though, give me hiccups 

Jewellery [??] 

Lost a mil', got it right back, nigga, please believe us 

[Chorus: Young Thug] 

Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on 'em (uh, brr) 

Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on 'em (uh, brr) 

Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon' ride on 'em 

I'm a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you 

No we not selfish, this that real gold you can melt this 

I paint 'em up and they tailless 

I pass a mil' like a damn quiz 

Lil' mama say she won't suck dick 

Lil' mama just want some new kicks 

All of my bitches, they bad bitches 

Your bitch wish she was a bad bitch