Bussin’ lyrics

[Intro]
(Young Malcolm on the beat)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I gotta grab my gun 'cause b*tches bussin' outside
Stay your ass up in the house, ain't nothin' outside
Pullin' up with heavy artillery, b*tch, Muslims outside
Ayy, duh-luh-duh, get low, b*tch, they bussin' outside
Bussin', ayy
Come through bussin', b*tch, they bussin'
My n*ggas 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 n*ggas love bussin', ayy
And y'all b*tches 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 n*ggas gon' come through bussin', ayy
Outta caravans and trucks, man, ayy
Come through shooting sh*t up, man
Bakin' sh*t 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 sh*t up like a helicopter over your block, man
Glo Glang, b*tch, we blitzing sh*t like John Madden
Dart Gang, come through flippin' sh*t 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 b*tches bussin' outside
Stay your ass up in the house, ain't nothin' outside
Pullin' up with heavy artillery, b*tch, Muslims outside
Ayy, duh-luh-duh, get low, b*tch, they bussin' outside
Bussin', ayy
Come through bussin', b*tch, they bussin'
My n*ggas come through bussin', for nothin'
They love bussin', they love bussin'
Pop two flats, now I'm bussin'

[Verse 2]
Catch a n*gga 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'
n*gga, f*ck 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 n*ggas for nothin', ayy
I'm always peeping somethin', ayy
No, I ain't bust for nothin'