Uploaded January 2021 | Updated September 2026, 5 hours ago
Instagram: instagram.com/extcmusic
Lyrics:
Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend
Like, "Girl, I think my butt gettin' big"
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss 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
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Real slim waist wit' a body on me
God-damn, I'm poppin', 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 yo' 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, bitch
Ate the pussy up on Tuesday
Back and 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'USSE
Lick all on the tip like brûlée
Nigga, I'ma do whatever you say
Now watch me
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss 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
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Drop it down low and pick it up, ayy
You know I don't ever give a fuck, ayy
Nigga lookin' at me in the club, ayy
He gon' have to throw a couple dubs, ayy
I don't even wanna much talk to the nigga
Why he always tryna come and see what's up? Uh
Brown liquor all in your cup, ayy
Say he wanna put it in my gut, uh
Nigga couldn't make it to the club, so
I'ma throw it back on FaceTime
I don't never be on no Tinder and
I don't never be on no Dateline
Told me I could have a couple racks, shit
Told him I'ma need about eight, nine
Got a nigga you ain't never seen yet
'Cause I ain't never wit' him in the daytime
Now watch me
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss 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
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Instagram: instagram.com/extcmusic
Lyrics:
Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend
Like, "Girl, I think my butt gettin' big"
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss 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
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Real slim waist wit' a body on me
God-damn, I'm poppin', 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 yo' 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, bitch
Ate the pussy up on Tuesday
Back and 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'USSE
Lick all on the tip like brûlée
Nigga, I'ma do whatever you say
Now watch me
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss 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
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Drop it down low and pick it up, ayy
You know I don't ever give a fuck, ayy
Nigga lookin' at me in the club, ayy
He gon' have to throw a couple dubs, ayy
I don't even wanna much talk to the nigga
Why he always tryna come and see what's up? Uh
Brown liquor all in your cup, ayy
Say he wanna put it in my gut, uh
Nigga couldn't make it to the club, so
I'ma throw it back on FaceTime
I don't never be on no Tinder and
I don't never be on no Dateline
Told me I could have a couple racks, shit
Told him I'ma need about eight, nine
Got a nigga you ain't never seen yet
'Cause I ain't never wit' him in the daytime
Now watch me
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss 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
Buss it, buss it, buss it, buss it
Is you fuckin'? Two shots, fuck it





![DJ Scheme & Ski Mask the Slump God - E-ER ft. Danny Towers & Lil Yachty (BASS BOOST)
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/extcmusic/
Lyrics:
Yall rocking with DJ Scheme, lil bitch
Im sippin tea, beat what I eat
Kicked up the feet, no Assassins Creed
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
Accept defeat, you, I delete
My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, white folk
If you pull up, then yourе dead, uh-uh, rifle
We gon cross him likе the symbol on a Bible
Call him Spongebob cause he movin life without a spinal, huh
Never not woke, my gland pineal
On the patio fucking Princesss peach, Mario
Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
On the mic, Im an animal, hit the cardio through audio
If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha)
Smokin on tree, hashish (Yow)
She said, No, dont leave
Baby, Im oh-so green (Whats that shit cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, dont get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh)
[Interlude: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
Huh, oh, Im ready (Haha)
Yuh (Oh, shit), yuh
Im in the land of the lost, now Im chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack Skellington limbs cause Im known to pop off
And Im one with the force, so this saber is my sword
Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (Huh)
And the dope look sick like Wuhan
Nother brick comin in from Tucson (Racks)
I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
I was servin up bricks at a low end (White)
I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (Huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)
I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (Huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)
And its stone, no Mason, say Im chillin with your bitch
Its for him and her like Rozan
Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
Shouldve never put your life in a ho hands
If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha)
Smokin on tree, hashish (Yow)
She said, No, dont leave
Baby, Im oh-so green (Whats that shit cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, dont get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh)
Kick a bitch to the curb if she dont speak with manners (Hee, hee)
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (Hee, hee)
My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (Hee, hee)
My bitch from the hood, mamas hustled on camera (Hee, go)
School from the seventies
Couldve been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want kids til I sat by a toddler
Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (Two)
I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (Frrt)
We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones locker
I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (Woo)
Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
He didnt make it past the first clip like a pilot (Frrt)
Im sick, I need medicine before I riot
My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
Cant go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (On God, slatt)
Whats this, whats this?
Whats that shit cause it better not be
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (Go)
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (Slatt, damn)
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Hahaha, oh shi DJ Scheme & Ski Mask the Slump God - E-ER ft. Danny Towers & Lil Yachty (BASS BOOST)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Ok-uT34tP2Q/mqdefault.jpg)




