Chief Keef — 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, 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' [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 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 [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, 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' [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 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'