Bussin

[Chorus]
Yeah I'm off a perc and I'm bussin' bitch
Sippin' on tec not tussin' bitch
That choppa knock off your cousin bitch
Everyone know I'm running shit, huh
I keep fucking up guess I'm not good at that loving shit
Flare, bitch but I digress
Yeah, she let me bust on her chest, 'cause she know that I do it best, yeah
I'm having fun with her face and I'm finna clean that mess, yeah
Fuck that school I can't fuck with no [?]
That bitch treesh I ain't fucking with that
She in the whip and she loving the scat

[Verse 1]
She needa learn her lesson
She like how I'm dressing
Talking bout the shit I'm doing boy then come correct it
They hate how I'm flexing
I mean bitch I gеt it
I mean I'm just guessing
But I bet thеy hate they life
Come at me you acting wrong
Promise we gon' make it right
I'm the one they betting on
Said that shit a thousand times
I be geeking out and tweaking out I lived a thousand lives
You thought that your bitch was faithful, she ride like mountain bike

[Chorus]
Yeah I'm off a perc and I'm bussin' bitch
Sippin' on tec not tussin' bitch
That choppa knock off your cousin bitch
Everyone know I'm running shit, huh
I keep fucking up guess I'm not good at that loving shit
Flare, bitch but I digress
Yeah, she let me bust on her chest, 'cause she know that I do it best, yeah
I'm having fun with her face and I'm finna clean that mess, yeah
Fuck that school I can't fuck with no [?]
That bitch treesh I ain't fucking with that
She in the whip and she loving the scat

[Verse 2]
I got the whip going one-hundred-sixty
Bitch I'm wearing Miyake no Issey
Bitch she said that he a gay so you sissy
And the bitch that you with she fishy
And that bitch that you with she trife
I been with the gang for life
I got brothers that bang for life
I got brothers that bang for real
I got brothers that shootin' to kill
I got brothers that signing a deal
And gang just made 'em a mil'
So bad I'm tryna know how it feel
Know that I'm really going for real
Like [?] I'm way too sick too ill
I'm way too sick finna pop my pill
Talk your shit get cooked like a grill

[Chorus]
Yeah I'm off a perc and I'm bussin' bitch
Sippin' on tec not tussin' bitch
That choppa knock off your cousin bitch
Everyone know I'm running shit, huh
I keep fucking up guess I'm not good at that loving shit
Flare, bitch but I digress
Yeah, she let me bust on her chest, 'cause she know that I do it best, yeah
I'm having fun with her face and I'm finna clean that mess, yeah
Fuck that school I can't fuck with no [?]
That bitch treesh I ain't fucking with that
She in the whip and she loving the scat