Erica Banks ft. Travis Scott – Buss It Lyrics

Checkin’ your reflection and tellin’ your best friend
Like, “Girl, I think my butt gettin’ big” (Yeah)
“Butt gettin’ big, oh”
“Butt gettin’ big, oh”
“Butt gettin’ big, oh”
“Butt gettin’ big, oh”

Bust it, pop it (Pop)
Lock it, drop it (Yeah)
We goin’ up like the stock hit
Outside and inside the Lambo’ is chocolate (It’s lit)
Throw it (Woo), watch it (Yeah), cake it (Yeah), profit
Bands gettin’ big, it might bust outta’ pockets
She keep it wet, I might bust down and lock it (Let’s go)
BBL, natural, don’t care, won’t tell
If you comin’ with gang, leave your phone at the hotel
She know my body, she don’t need the intel (Alright)
On top, spin around, go crazy, carousel (Yeah)
Peyote Jack, wanna know what I inhale
She gettin’ thick, ain’t no way that you can’t tell
I linked up with shorty on payroll, she got a bankroll
She do that s*** when I say so
Hit from the back, got her grabbin’ her ankles
Hand on her neck, I might give her a Van Gogh (Yeah)
And when I’m done, I’ll go out with a bang tho’
She said me and my brothers remind her of Bang Bros (It’s lit!)
She in the mirror tryna work on her angles
She gon’ lick on it, spit on it, taste just like (Pew, pew)
Oochie wally, she be wildin’ (Yeah)
Inside her body she gon’ ride it like Kawasaki (She gon’ ride it like)
She said she was lit off the saké
She left the lobby, parking lot, gave me head in the ‘Gatti (Yeah)
She said she gon’ give me the box and the posse
F***** around, introduced her to Roddy (Straight up)
Thing on my hip for when s*** lookin’ wocky
I might have to bust it, just look at that body, like damn

Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you f*****’? Two shots, f*** it
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you f*****’? Two shots, f*** it
Throw it like a stripper, damn
Throw it like a stripper, ayy
Throw it like a stripper, damn
Turn around and tip her, ayy
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you f*****’? Two shots, f*** it

Real slim waist with a body on me
G******, I’m poppin’, I’m hot (I’m hot)
Real thick bands in a m*********** pants
He was staring from a stance, so I took him to the spot
I don’t wanna talk, I wanna be in your mouth
Tell that n**** get out, he ain’t packing with a Glock
Beggin’ for a dance, he ain’t even get a chance
Threw it back and let it land, ain’t no beggin’ me to stop (Stop), b****
Ate the p**** up on Tuesday (Ha)
Back in the side, yeah, two ways
Give me that top like toupée
Slurpin’ on the p**** like Kool-Aid
One don’t be enough, I need two baes
N**** down my throat like D’USSÉ
Lick all on the tip like brûlée
N****, I’ma do whatever you say
Now watch me

Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you f*****’? Two shots, f*** it
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you f*****’? Two shots, f*** it
Throw it like a stripper, damn
Throw it like a stripper, ayy
Throw it like a stripper, damn
Turn around and tip her, ayy
Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Is you f*****’? Two shots, f*** it

F*** it, f*** it, f*** it
F*** it, f*** it, f*** it