[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 n***as, 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 n***as, 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 n***a, 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 n***as, 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