[Chorus: Az Chike]

Wrist, it's bussin

Hold on, this chain is bussin

The crib, it's bussin

Hold on, the fit is bussin

The shoes, is bussin

Hold on, the bitch is bussin

My niggas, they bussin

Hold on, this chain is bussin

Tank it's bussin

Hold on, the Glock is bussin

[?] is bussin

Hold on, AK is bussin

[?]

Hold on, the Ruger bussin

Shotgun, it's bussin

AK is bussin

[Verse 1: Az Chike]

Molly, X, hold on, you know I'm bussin

Smoke a leaf, bitch, please, you double dutching

Gamble with your life, [?] double or nothing

All these blues, think I'm I got them cruntching

That chopper chop you up, [?] get to bussin

Make his clique split, [?] bitch, I got them jumping

Showing out, I'll show you something, I ain't for nothing

[?] tuck [?] think it's tussin

Handgun come in handy, like who the fuck you touching?

Red beam on his cheek, like it's sweet, I got him bussin

Only God can judge you, I guess I'm judging

Oh, this bitch think she the shit? Well shit, guess I'm flushing

Bussin like I'm bussin, but ain't no bust down

Got more cat than a [?] free smoke, huffing and puffing

See this bitch, I got her slutting, all sucking and fucking

For that chicken, bitch, I'm tripping, hold on, clucking and plucking

[Chorus: Az Chike]

Wrist, it's bussin

Hold on, this chain is bussin

The crib, it's bussin

Hold on, the fit is bussin

The shoes, is bussin

Hold on, the bitch is bussin

My niggas, they bussin

Hold on, this chain is bussin

Tank it's bussin

Hold on, the Glock is bussin

[?] is bussin

Hold on, AK is bussin

[?]

Hold on, the Ruger bussin

Shotgun, it's bussin

AK is bussin

[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]

I ain't never took no Xanax, nuh uh, so yellow bussin

I still stretch that dope like spandex, fuck it, my junkies love it

Po-po at my door, I flush it

Test the muskit, we get to bussin

My plug love me, front me dope, I'm gon' stuff it

[?] I'm still on my bblock, I love it

Don't make me get this bitch jumping

If that's your mama, then you my cousin

She hit the dope and start [?]

I'm geeked on molly, bussin

Hold on, I might start bussin

She was in the party hustling

Na, no, I don't trust her

Paranoid nigga, I ain't going out without my pipe

[?]

[?] popping at your door, talking 'bout on sight

Boy, you must be [?]

With the homies [?] call that [?]

Shawty sneaking up at the house at night

[?] molly, if you 'bout that life

All the real geek monsters come out at night

[Chorus: Az Chike]

Wrist, it's bussin

Hold on, this chain is bussin

The crib, it's bussin

Hold on, the fit is bussin

The shoes, is bussin

Hold on, the bitch is bussin

My niggas, they bussin

Hold on, this chain is bussin

Tank it's bussin

Hold on, the Glock is bussin

[?] is bussin

Hold on, AK is bussin

[?]

Hold on, the Ruger bussin

Shotgun, it's bussin

AK is bussin