Yeah, Yeah
Bustin' around, I'm bustin' around
Two twin Glocks and I'm bussin the rip
Bussin around, im bussin around
Yeah, yeah, trapnanana, yeah
(Verse 1)
I got plenty haters that I'll never meet
n*ggas want problems we meet in the heat
Two twin Glocks when I'm running the street
I'm in the booth right now with the heat
I'm in the booth right now with the drugs
I'm in the booth right now in the hood
n*gga play with me then he getting cooked
Say n*gga im from wish a n*gga woods
I-I got the chopper I wish you would
Fo-fo-four fifth leave a n*gga under the hood
n*gga my hood like south Baton Rouge
Bodies they dropping the low end could
Busting the jar out the apartment should
I got the sh*t like wrapped up now
f*ck n*gga talking about he coming in
n*gga you know that we backing you down
Shooting the gun, all the time
Ain't no problem with guns busting around
I got a n*gga that's from around
Say he getting it 26 a pound
I was just thinking about taking her down
But I'm finna run it up like right now
Big four fifth put your little pipe down
Got shooters with me and they gon' shoot right now
I can't duck none of this sh*t
Busting the clip when I'm busting the rip
I gotta get on the rip just to bust
Still junkies they coming they loving this sh*t
Two twin Glock when I'm busting a rip
Two twin Glock when I'm butting the rip
Two twin Glock when I'm butting the rip
Yeuh, yeuh, yeuh, yeuh, aye
I gotta get on the sh*t
I gotta get on the sh*t
I gotta get on the sh*t
I gotta get on the sh*t (trapnanana)
Two twin Glocks when I'm busting the rip
(pew pew, pew, pew)
b*tch!
(Hoodrich b*tch!)