BUZRYDE

Yeah Aye Aye Ugh Sittin on the bus On the way to the club People shouting out from the top of their lungs Head in the clouds really couldn't focus Me and the gang was about to get fucked up But we got caught in the scene Got tired of the screams People shooting at eachother with words and not beams Felt like a feverdream How were we supposed to redeem Ourselves from the streets Of a billion peeps People getting beat One girl got lifted up, starting kicking her feet Shit got out of control but we sampled the screams And we made this beat ye ye Yuh It's kinda fire now I'm spitting the heat "That shit is raw!" is what Ramsay said to me So I cooked it again turned the meat into beef They let us cook now were serving the meal Bon appétit! We got the track spinnin like the bus on it's wheels What happened on the way is still feeling surreal People banging on the roof tryna break of the seal Started singing off beat to the randomest squeal ahhh Someone lost their voice that gon take time to heal But they gave us a sample and golden idea To make a beat of it and put it out on social media eh Rollin up smoke a blunt they gon run this in the club Pourin up getting drunk but we haven't had enough Pop Smoke through our lungs spitting rhymes from our lips like a tongue Twista These bars are hard to hear When i shed it like a tear If you don't listen Clear through your ears They gon dissappear from the air It's a despise if you miss em We made this shit on new years With our new peers Got that new gear FL studio spitting heat in the booth yeah uh