Buss It Til It Fit Songtext

Parcel out a sack, inner sight
Gimme thinner bites, of her kitty cat
Triple tap, safe word, Bacharach
Lower jaw, upper neck
Nibble that triple stack waffles
Nigga that Aristotle
Syrup be the apostle
Throttle don't need no bottle
Liquor gon' leave you hollow
See it's hollowed where you smoke
You see you swallow every note
Like at Apollo when you choke
Ain't broke, so don't you fix it
Ain't never done no whip its
I buy the bag then flip it
Don't need to broom to Quidditch
I cook my weed with spinach
My baby always finish
She in my mouth like dentist
We smoke then bounce like tennis My niggas look like chemists
Put that bias down, smoke a round then hear the sound
Hear you found fear was really somethin' you can drown
Feed the hound with kindness, never call me your Highness
I'm high enough, and my favorite Powerpuff was Buttercup

That lil' nigga had to get out
Burn the whole damn shit 'cause a nigga had to sit down
Bust it 'til it fit, and chop off that stick
While I did it real quick, real quick
That lil' nigga had to get out
Burn the whole damn shit 'cause a nigga had to sit down
Bust it 'til it fit, and chop off that stick
While I did it real quick, real quick
That lil' nigga had to get out
Burn the whole damn shit 'cause a nigga had to sit down
Bust it 'til it fit, and chop off that stick
While I did it real quick, real quick
That lil' nigga had to get out
Burn the whole damn shit 'cause a nigga had to sit down
Bust it 'til it fit, and chop off that stick
While I did it real quick, real quick