really bussin on the track it's really nothing, really bussin on the track it's really nothing, really bussin on the track its really nothing, I'm about to set it off, cheers bitches mozzletoff, I'm a boss mother fucker that's why I be calling shots, bank full of big bread, fucking with a dime bitch she really give some good head, now looking for some good meds, I'm talking about that pain killer, vikadin or percocet it really make no difference, find me both I'm mixing them, I'm mixing shit I'm mixing up, never been the type to give a fuck, never had no haters but I always keep a pistol tucked let me go right back never left this bitch I'm in sicko mode attacking, slapping niggas back hand, if we going bar for bar you best just get to packing, you thinking your the future but that fucking shit past tense just looking at ya laughing, that shit will never happen,