[Chorus: Trouble]
Bussin!
They all bussin for Trouble-Trouble (x3)
OG's, young niggas, niggas younger than them
Bussin!
They all bussin for Trouble-Trouble
[Verse 1: Trouble]
One thing I'll never understand is
How could a man be afraid of another man
Who bleed the same as you and I can
It's just with me you'll see more niggas than a NFL huddle
Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and brothers
And they all bussin for Trouble
Younnguns going off straight yam like y'all ready to cut you
With a machete - fuck you! And any other nigga
Who sneak dissin get yo people missin
Don't want no noboby to be scared
Just be prepared
The situation goons go get your dimes, tell em do as I say
I said betta scream my name, pussy den tuck ya chain
And it's a shame, cause you thought it was just my youngins dat shoot
Surprised to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN)
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Any nigga go against the king
Kill a nigga by any means
Nigga try to run but couldn't duck the beam
CMG nigga dats the team
Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the ground
Pussy ass rappers keep talkin den man down
Duct tape, what up trouble, 100
Man they rap about it but none of these niggas done it
The hood, I'm from it
And if I catch a murder one, I'm runnin
You snitchin, I'm comin
What's a nigga with some money without a team
Pussy ass nigga ain't no real nigga gene
Gunplay, every time I step out on the scene
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta never crossed the king
Murder rate, risin its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, pinch yoself, bitch this not a dream
And all I'm doin is bussin
Bussin!
They all bussin for Trouble-Trouble (x3)
OG's, young niggas, niggas younger than them
Bussin!
They all bussin for Trouble-Trouble
[Verse 1: Trouble]
One thing I'll never understand is
How could a man be afraid of another man
Who bleed the same as you and I can
It's just with me you'll see more niggas than a NFL huddle
Grandmas, uncles, aunties, sisters,cousins and brothers
And they all bussin for Trouble
Younnguns going off straight yam like y'all ready to cut you
With a machete - fuck you! And any other nigga
Who sneak dissin get yo people missin
Don't want no noboby to be scared
Just be prepared
The situation goons go get your dimes, tell em do as I say
I said betta scream my name, pussy den tuck ya chain
And it's a shame, cause you thought it was just my youngins dat shoot
Surprised to see trouble was jumpin too (BUSSIN)
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Any nigga go against the king
Kill a nigga by any means
Nigga try to run but couldn't duck the beam
CMG nigga dats the team
Gunpowder, shells jump out, hit the ground
Pussy ass rappers keep talkin den man down
Duct tape, what up trouble, 100
Man they rap about it but none of these niggas done it
The hood, I'm from it
And if I catch a murder one, I'm runnin
You snitchin, I'm comin
What's a nigga with some money without a team
Pussy ass nigga ain't no real nigga gene
Gunplay, every time I step out on the scene
Yellow tape, niggas shouldn'ta never crossed the king
Murder rate, risin its the highest you ever scene
Funeral, pinch yoself, bitch this not a dream
And all I'm doin is bussin
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