Bussin (Faygotussin)

You know that I’m lit boy I’m bussin
BUSSIN
Everywhere i go that stick come in this function
Off 3 woods and that wock faygotussin
He seen me at the store and he ain’t tell me nothing
There’s no competition because I’m making you go broke
Oh that was yo bitch well check down there Ik she soaked SOAKED
Opps threw a barbecue we slid through grill smoke
I think I lost some thing where did that beat go
I feel like a zombie off these xans
I’m never lackin got that Glock up on my mans
I like too dance 2 more jiggas in my pants
I’m here too party so don’t interrupt my plan
Just don’t touch my flow
Or don’t touch my chain
Does this givenchy come this way there ain’t no stain
Soon I’m Finna take off like I’m boarding on this plane
Grade a bays yk that i be on my hurricane
Everywhere I go don’t really try to make a scene
Trigger finger jittery Glock name is JID
Must workin for peta nobody want beef wit me
Curly hair bandanas black and i like rips all in my jeans AHHHHH