Bussin’ Chief Keef

[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