[Chorus: Young T & Bugsey]
Yeah
Night peice bussin' like a school trip (Ice)
Make her lose it, she be actin' foolish
Watch ya bestie he might be a judas (Ehh)
In my new whip, dancing to the music... uh
Stripper boots and they knee high
Smoke a 3.5, just to rewind, yeah
Celly' buzzing like a beehive
Never on the decline, I'm just tryna feed mine

[Verse 1: Young T]
Put the diesel in the Chevy while I count my blessings (ooh)
Blowing money, think I need a intervention
Yeah the other side is green, put my mummy in Celine
Pool by the beach, n***** understand your reach
I just pulled up in the 5 with a Rollie, buss down
All this was a dream, now we fuckin' touchdown
5 tatted on my body, this is fuckin' us now
Shorty dumped me for that n*****, now she wanna cuff now
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Bugsey]
Told her hurry up, I'm in a rush like nicotine (Hurry up)
Bro might make a ruckus, have a strop and cause a scene
I was down and bummy, man I stopped to intevene
Now I'm road raging in Mercedes GLE
Bumping Biggy darling, it was all a dream
Left her makeup on my jumper, Maybelline (This Maybelline)
Bro finessed a pack, he turned the bread to Krispy Kreme
Said her momma Coolie, she gon show me the cuisine
[Chorus: Young T & Bugsey]
Night piece bussin' like a school trip (Ice)
Make her lose it, she be actin' foolish
Watch ya bestie he might be a judas (Ehh)
In my new whip, dancing to the music... uh
Stripper boots and they knee high
Smoke a 3.5, just to rewind, yeah
Celly' buzzing like a beehive
Never on the decline, I'm just tryna feed mine

[Verse 3: Young T]
Said she want a real n****, shawty come fuck wit me
Michelin at the Eiffel Tower, we overseas
I'm in my Monclizzy, I cannot feel the breeze
Only thing that I'm tuckin is my only rosary


[Verse 4: Bugsey]
I'm on the way to ya, I got some Nick and a 8th for ya
My n***** we break the law [?]
I made her come when I ate the box
Mhmm, zoobie I'm baking off
I showed my demons off
Now I'm in Christian cloth

[Verse 5: Young T]
I was seen, straight cuffin the block
Seen it break off a rock
Now we top of the pops
Can't rock wit me, the belle got me bust
Now we living it up, was I dreaming or lost
[Verse 6: Bugsey]
Fingers are twitchy, I'm on the strip wit the killies
Back in a jiffy, bro gotta go get the blicky
Tat on her titties, I'm in her twat and her kitty
Doing the dashing, I wanna race for my city

[Chorus: Young T & Bugsey]
Night piece bussin' like a school trip (Ice)
Make her lose it, she be actin' foolish
Watch ya bestie he might be a judas (Ehh)
In my new whip, dancing to the music... uh
Stripper boots and they knee high
Smoke a 3.5, just to rewind, yeah
Celly' buzzing like a beehive
Never on the decline, I'm just tryna feed mine