(UNFINISHED) Bussin’

[Verse]
I'm bussin' at bitches like I am El Chapo
I pull wit the strap, put it on full-auto
These bitches play casual chompin' gelato
MW2 misshape em' like Picasso
25 killstreak, nuke on lock negative K/D, you slow as a rock
When I'm out of ammo, I use the Glock
Winning the game while you sucking on cock
Sniper gang, no Kodak
Intervention, dress all black
What is your aim you fucking wack
1 shot, headshot, didn't have to go clack clack clack
AC-130, I'm racking up 30
These bitches play dirty they corner camping why is you hurtin'
Got the UMP silenced, watch out I'm lurking
Girl on the mic, you know I'm flirting
You always mad why you disconnecting
Calling me shit, why you disrespecting
I'm better than you in every mention
When I'm in the game I increase the tension
Get outta my face, I'll blast you off, in a different dimension

[Hook]
When you come in my room I'll be on PlayStation
Might as well bring a broom cause I'm sweeping the nation
My killer instinct is only virtual so don't go thinking that this is my ritual
When I'm outside I just be chilling I don't got the guts to be actually drilling