bussin'

We straight bussin' yeah We straight bussin' yeah We straight bussin' yeah We straight bussin' yeah On the way to the tippity top I will grind till' I brake down I will never fold under pressure Tell his dumbass to bring his guns Oh god, He's out of luck Now his dumbass is under ground His family prolly' think that he drowned But we know he tasted those rounds I know that you like my new sound When we back in town You know the party's going down We straight bussin' yeah We straight bussin' yeah We straight bussin' yeah We straight bussin' yeah