Bussin'

[Intro]

(Young Malcolm on the beat)

Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

I gotta grab my gun 'cause bitches bussin' outside

Stay your ass up in the house, ain't nothin' outside

Pullin' up with heavy artillery, bitch, Muslims outside

Ayy, duh-luh-duh, get low, bitch, they bussin' outside

Bussin', ayy

Come through bussin', bitch, they bussin'

My niggas come through bussin', for nothin'

They love bussin', they love bussin'

Pop two flats, now I'm bussin'

[Verse 1]

It's me and Guwop pistol cussin', ayy

Catch a opp, we bussin', ayy

He better be duckin'

He gone lose his life for nothin'

'Cause my niggas love bussin', ayy

And y'all bitches love bussin', ayy

They come through, they bussin'

Then they get kicked out, man, ayy

My house so big, ayy, ayy

So I can fit all my kids, ayy, ayy

Try them and I'm bussin', ayy

I'ma find out where you live, ayy, ayy

My niggas gon' come through bussin', ayy

Outta caravans and trucks, man, ayy

Come through shooting shit up, man

Bakin' shit like an oven

Heats on us, they hot, man

Thirty in this ning ding, come through poppin'

Like Crisco, I send shots, man

Come through, light shit up like a helicopter over your block, man

Glo Glang, bitch, we blitzing shit like John Madden

Dart Gang, come through flippin' shit like Jessie Jackson, ayy

I am 'bout my Ben Franklins and my frickin' Jacksons, ayy

And I got my pistol, I'mma flick it at you, ayy

And I'ma let it blow, boy

Don't be trying to cross me, tic-tac-toe, boy, ayy

Fifty thousand for a show, boy

I remember for five thousand you get poled, boy

[Chorus]

I gotta grab my gun 'cause bitches bussin' outside

Stay your ass up in the house, ain't nothin' outside

Pullin' up with heavy artillery, bitch, Muslims outside

Ayy, duh-luh-duh, get low, bitch, they bussin' outside

Bussin', ayy

Come through bussin', bitch, they bussin'

My niggas come through bussin', for nothin'

They love bussin', they love bussin'

Pop two flats, now I'm bussin'

[Verse 2]

Catch a nigga lackin', we gon' run up on 'em

We gon' run up on 'em, put them guns up on 'em

Smokin' marijuana, this some stinky Ganja

Bussin' real hard and I can't remember

What I got my steel for when I see you bussin'

Nigga, fuck Twitter wars, I'ma see ya in public

You's a little boy, I can freak your mother

I'm wide awake but y'all know when I'm sleep, it's nothin'

Glock with me just to keep me company, ayy

I can't trust them niggas for nothin', ayy

I'm always peeping somethin', ayy

No, I ain't bust for nothin'