Bussin (remix) Lyrics - Trae Tha Truth

Bussin! 

They all bussin for Trouble-Trouble 

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) 

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[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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[Hook-Trouble] 

[Verse 3- Waka Flocka Flame}​ 

It ain't nothin to me 

Shit I get it done 

Try to run pump to ya back like bobby johnson son 

Ok, these niggas talkin murda 

I'm the type to hit they mama wit the fuckin burner 

Beat a bitch and call me Ike Turner 

I'm from the Grove we get stripes if we burn ya 

I earn ya that mean DOA 

When the fo's pull up, they gon say flock don't play 

Bussin, on that grove man they bussin 

Upperdale, rex road man they bussin 

I'm from Clayco nigga squad give the say so nigga 

You ain't bout no murda you talkin out ya A-hole nigga 

[Hook-Trouble] 

[Verse 4 - Trae Tha Truth] 

They all bussin for Trae (4x) 

OG's, young niggas, niggas than them 

They all bussin for Trae (4x) 

OG's, young niggas, niggas than them 

Bussin 

I bet they all bussin for this asshole 

When it come to Houston I'm the king of the streets 

In the bottom where niggas cash is low 

I'll put ya in a box if ya don't get low 

Fuck with me that's where ya ass will go 

Tec-9's, AKs and Mac 9's in the back of the trunk finna crash ya door 

Yeah bitch I might ride, wrap ya ass up 

Bitch I'm for real, beat ya ass up 

Duct tape ya face, stain ya ass up 

Put ya in the trunk, bang ya ass up 

I don't do the talking, bitch I'm a army 

Hood Navy Seal, bet you can't harm me 

Lookin for me bitch I'm in the back of the tank on swangas 

I bet a muthafucka won't bomb me 

I'll be damn if they stoppin this 

H-town to A-town I'm hood wit it 

For the niggas like to trap or try to bang 

Real talk you can tell em I'm good wit it 

Bring ya ass to the bottom of the city, bet you ain't gon make it up out it 

Every nigga I know represent the same shit I do 

Doin they biz get ya ass the fuck out 

[Hook - Trouble]