Az Chike Bussin Lyrics

[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 f*ck 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 f*cking
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, f*ck 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