Ooh, bussing bussing
Ok, bussing bussing
Aye, ain't nothing nothing
Bussing, ain't nothing nothing
Bussing all these school busses, this some public transportation
Gang up on a hoe she a f*cking train station
PlayStation with the pussy, I control when we connect
Smoking too much, so I just want some neck
I left all the Xanax, cus the perkie feeling right
In and out of consciousness, I'm playing with my life
Living like I'm gaming GTA ain't living right
Losing sight, I can't seem to grasp my own f*cking reality
Kodak codeine dreaming cus I'm sleeping f*cking happily
Unraveling fake trappers like they're coming out of factory's
Have to be, I jack for free, inhaling like I'm burning f*cking calories
In a week I made off sheets what you made in a salary
So now your mad at me cus I can make it by myself
No one ever prayed for me ok, I don't need help
Smoking in a day what I spend on Louis belts
Declining health, liver failing, ice on syrup never melt
Off the shelf, off the top, bitch I'm coming off the dome
Off the block, out the stairway, since a junkie never home
All alone, on my own, walking down this lonely road
With a f*cking pound up in my backpack and a cache of gold
Catch a body, catch an STD up from this nasty hoe
I don't f*ck just any hoe cus pussy could be old
Worlds cold, got a heater just to keep me out the snow
License for a carry and prescriptions for the dirty liter
I'm not folding shit bitch, whipping, get away cleaner
In a Beamer, 3 series and I'm swerving
Serving out the window, hurry, shots hittin, Stephen Curry
Vision blurry, bitch I'm not an actor, Bill Murray
No worry, no case, slaughtering the jury, no face
Freebase, body's never buried, cremate, pregame
Guess I'm always f*cked up, you lame, gold chain
Good brain, from your bitch, white kid, white kicks, Colgate
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Ooh, bussing bussing
Ok, bussing bussing
Aye, ain't nothing nothing
Bussing, ain't nothing nothing
Bussing all these school busses, this some public transportation
Gang up on a hoe she a f*cking train station
PlayStation with the pussy, I control when we connect
Smoking too much, so I just want some neck
I left all the Xanax, cus the perkie feeling right
In and out of consciousness, I'm playing with my life
Living like I'm gaming GTA ain't living right
Losing sight, I can't seem to grasp my own f*cking reality
Kodak codeine dreaming cus I'm sleeping f*cking happily
Unraveling fake trappers like they're coming out of factory's
Have to be, I jack for free, inhaling like I'm burning f*cking calories
In a week I made off sheets what you made in a salary
So now your mad at me cus I can make it by myself
No one ever prayed for me ok, I don't need help
Smoking in a day what I spend on Louis belts
Declining health, liver failing, ice on syrup never melt
Off the shelf, off the top, bitch I'm coming off the dome
Off the block, out the stairway, since a junkie never home
All alone, on my own, walking down this lonely road
With a f*cking pound up in my backpack and a cache of gold
Catch a body, catch an STD up from this nasty hoe
I don't f*ck just any hoe cus pussy could be old
Worlds cold, got a heater just to keep me out the snow
License for a carry and prescriptions for the dirty liter
I'm not folding shit bitch, whipping, get away cleaner
In a Beamer, 3 series and I'm swerving
Serving out the window, hurry, shots hittin, Stephen Curry
Vision blurry, bitch I'm not an actor, Bill Murray
No worry, no case, slaughtering the jury, no face
Freebase, body's never buried, cremate, pregame
Guess I'm always f*cked up, you lame, gold chain
Good brain, from your bitch, white kid, white kicks, Colgate
Ok, bussing bussing
Aye, ain't nothing nothing
Bussing, ain't nothing nothing
Bussing all these school busses, this some public transportation
Gang up on a hoe she a f*cking train station
PlayStation with the pussy, I control when we connect
Smoking too much, so I just want some neck
I left all the Xanax, cus the perkie feeling right
In and out of consciousness, I'm playing with my life
Living like I'm gaming GTA ain't living right
Losing sight, I can't seem to grasp my own f*cking reality
Kodak codeine dreaming cus I'm sleeping f*cking happily
Unraveling fake trappers like they're coming out of factory's
Have to be, I jack for free, inhaling like I'm burning f*cking calories
In a week I made off sheets what you made in a salary
So now your mad at me cus I can make it by myself
No one ever prayed for me ok, I don't need help
Smoking in a day what I spend on Louis belts
Declining health, liver failing, ice on syrup never melt
Off the shelf, off the top, bitch I'm coming off the dome
Off the block, out the stairway, since a junkie never home
All alone, on my own, walking down this lonely road
With a f*cking pound up in my backpack and a cache of gold
Catch a body, catch an STD up from this nasty hoe
I don't f*ck just any hoe cus pussy could be old
Worlds cold, got a heater just to keep me out the snow
License for a carry and prescriptions for the dirty liter
I'm not folding shit bitch, whipping, get away cleaner
In a Beamer, 3 series and I'm swerving
Serving out the window, hurry, shots hittin, Stephen Curry
Vision blurry, bitch I'm not an actor, Bill Murray
No worry, no case, slaughtering the jury, no face
Freebase, body's never buried, cremate, pregame
Guess I'm always f*cked up, you lame, gold chain
Good brain, from your bitch, white kid, white kicks, Colgate
Writer: Keegan Kenny
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