Lil' Candy Paint Bussin
[Intro]
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 nothin'
Might pull up aimin' at his cousin
[Verse]
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 f..cking 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
[Chorus]
My shooters pull up, get to bustin'
Bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin'
Bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin'
Bustin', bustin', bustin', bustin'
Bustin', bustin', ayy ayy, bustin'