Buss It [Remix]

[Intro: Nelly & Travis Scott]

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"

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

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 her locket (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, carousеl (Yeah)

Peyote Jack, wanna know what I inhalе

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 shit 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

Fucked around, introduced her to Roddy (Straight up)

Thing on my hip for when shit lookin' wocky

I might have to bust it, just look at that body, like damn

[Chorus: Erica Banks]

Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it

Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it

Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it

Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck 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 fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it

[Verse 2: Erica Banks]

Real slim waist with a body on me

Goddamn, I'm poppin', I'm hot (I'm hot)

Real thick bands in a motherfucker 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 nigga 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), bitch

Ate the pussy up on Tuesday (Ha)

Back in the side, yeah, two ways

Give me that top like toupée

Slurpin' on the pussy like Kool-Aid

One don't be enough, I need two baes

Nigga down my throat like D'USSÉ

Lick all on the tip like brûlée

Nigga, I'ma do whatever you say

Now watch me

[Chorus: Erica Banks]

Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it

Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it

Bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it

Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck 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 fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it

[Outro: Erica Banks]

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it