On$itE - BU$$IN Lyrics

Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
We some skull bussin Motherf*ckers
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
We some skull bussin Motherf*ckers

Utter monster bitch I'm walking 2 headed
Devil's lettuce
Type of shit that gets you shredded
Do the math
It was two against your man
See
So how the f*ck he came and left
With 2 deaded
Them old hoes still thinking
They can get it
Butting heads
But I'm too hard-headed
I'm the top of food chain,
Catch them loose things
Blow your f*cking chest and only shoes stay
Bussin
Bussin
Did this shit for nothing
I felt like David out in London
What was I becoming
Then I seen all the hate
That I fell in love with
After I watched them drop the dirt On my big cousin
Rest in peace to Kenny K
Know I do love ya
And rest assure
That I'm soon coming through it
In this portal where I'm useless
Do something stupid
Smack the clip
And doom coming lucid

Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
We some skull bussin Motherf*ckers
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
We some skull bussin Motherf*ckers

Narcotic fueled
Hard spot to choose
Between the daydreams
And nightmares that I follow to
Rugged chains
Love the pain
Cause it got me through
Hit man with the shits
In Armani suits
Great Dane
With eight chains
And eight legs
Got this shit up in my veins
Can't blame him
I would copy me too
Smoking like a freight train
Trying to maintain
I aint in the game,
Bitch I am the game
Pedigree that shift shapes
So immune to this shit
I can sit and waste
On that demon time,
Clocking at a steady rate
Bodies lying in my
Mother f*cking living space
While I'm bitching at them
Yelling that they in the way
Enter space
I aint want to get away
Stockholms,
Glock chrome,
Know your boy he been that way
Ever since the seventh grade
Skull bussin bullets hit
Then ricochet
Hope you with that chest plate
And have a blessed day

Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
We some skull bussin Motherf*ckers
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
Bussin
We some skull bussin
Motherf*ckers

Bussin
Bussin
Toolie handy
But this aint construction
You all cant hang with him
Slow up the game on him
Aint nobody out here can sub in
Putting shit down
Put a hit on his crown
With a stick
You would have thought
That grim had dubbed him
Run till you chaffing
Obliterate you
Eleven put up shots like Brunson
This some dungeon made shit
Trouble seeking villain
With a double-bladed edge
Got me grinding
Say they going hard
But aint it
Keep your job on day shift
Keep on telling all your friends
This is not your playlist
Hole stomping sob
I am not to play with
Looking like a
Rotted Jack O Lantern
Stomp his face in
Like the bills that need paid
Bitch we got to stay lit
Shroomies look like Hiroshima
Get evaporated
Cock hammers like Ronin
Couple real perkies
So you know that I'm zoned in
Heart below zero
I keep letting the cold in
A product of Babylon
This the path that I've chosen