Chief Keef - Bussin' lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - Bussin' lyrics]
(Young Malcolm on the beat) ayy, ayy, ayy
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, duhduhduh 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'
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 bussing, 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 will come through bussin', ayy
Outta caravans and trucks man, ayy
Come through shoot shit up man
Bakin' shit like an oven
Heats on us they hot man
Thirty in this nin' din' come through poppin'
Like Crisco, I send shots man
Come through light shit up like a
Helicopter over your block man glo Gang
Bitch we blitz this shit like John Madden
Dart Gang, come through flippin'
Shit like Jessie Jackson, ayy
I am about 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
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, duhduhduh 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'
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 asleep it's nothin'
Glock with me just to keep me company, ayy
I can't trust a nigga for nothin', ayy
I'm always peeping somethin, ayy
No, I ain't bust for nothin'
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, duhduhduh 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'
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 bussing, 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 will come through bussin', ayy
Outta caravans and trucks man, ayy
Come through shoot shit up man
Bakin' shit like an oven
Heats on us they hot man
Thirty in this nin' din' come through poppin'
Like Crisco, I send shots man
Come through light shit up like a
Helicopter over your block man glo Gang
Bitch we blitz this shit like John Madden
Dart Gang, come through flippin'
Shit like Jessie Jackson, ayy
I am about 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
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, duhduhduh 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'
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 asleep it's nothin'
Glock with me just to keep me company, ayy
I can't trust a nigga for nothin', ayy
I'm always peeping somethin, ayy
No, I ain't bust for nothin'