Tito Lopez Bussin Lyrics
Bussin by Tito Lopez
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Bitch, excuse me, but who's he?
I'm TITO
And this money ain't making no disappearance unless I see more
I see no competition, these niggas got the game backwards
All these trappers wanna be rappers and all these rappers wanna be actors
Young Tupac with that ball here, fuck around leave niggas all dead
Be number one, be my son, call him the mind, call me Fred
I'm a young bull, I see red, see the one with the gun? Do what he said
Don't search the niggas in the white shirt, with my luck it might be feds
This shit personified, hit pots like homicide
Switch side, your hoe bloody, don't come outside, you ain't down to ride
How they play it where I grew up, last night drunks and I pour up
I know they wishing that I screw up, I'm screwed enough shouting my two cups
Know you see me on that TV
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you play me on that CD
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Anybody got a problem
Bussin, bussin, bussin
From the bottom, now I got 'em
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Bussin, bussin, bussin
I'm the north, Pinoir, try me and you going home
In my yard with the weapon drown
Guarding shit like a lord known
These rap niggas so soft now'
Come try me, that new thing
That dungeon fam needs woo thing
What I do is the truth and y'all just don't know it
But when you know it and don't show it
Lil' daddy, we call that hoe shit
I'm the most underrated, why that's so so debated
I'm David Stern, it's my game, I just let a bunch of niggas play in
Know you see me on that TV
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you play me on that CD
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Anybody got a problem
Bussin, bussin, bussin
From the bottom, now I got 'em
Bussin, bussin, bussin
We gangsters with manners, fuck all that fake and fuck cameras
We some gangsters with manners not that fuck and fuck cameras
We some gangsters with manners not that fuck and fuck cameras
We gangsters with manners, fuck all that fake and fuck cameras
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you see me on that TV
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you play me on that CD
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Anybody got a problem
Bussin, bussin, bussin
From the bottom, now I got 'em
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you see me on that TV
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you play me on that CD
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Anybody got a problem
Bussin, bussin, bussin
From the bottom, now I got 'em
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Bitch, excuse me, but who's he?
I'm TITO
And this money ain't making no disappearance unless I see more
I see no competition, these niggas got the game backwards
All these trappers wanna be rappers and all these rappers wanna be actors
Young Tupac with that ball here, fuck around leave niggas all dead
Be number one, be my son, call him the mind, call me Fred
I'm a young bull, I see red, see the one with the gun? Do what he said
Don't search the niggas in the white shirt, with my luck it might be feds
This shit personified, hit pots like homicide
Switch side, your hoe bloody, don't come outside, you ain't down to ride
How they play it where I grew up, last night drunks and I pour up
I know they wishing that I screw up, I'm screwed enough shouting my two cups
Know you see me on that TV
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you play me on that CD
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Anybody got a problem
Bussin, bussin, bussin
From the bottom, now I got 'em
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Bussin, bussin, bussin
I'm the north, Pinoir, try me and you going home
In my yard with the weapon drown
Guarding shit like a lord known
These rap niggas so soft now'
Come try me, that new thing
That dungeon fam needs woo thing
What I do is the truth and y'all just don't know it
But when you know it and don't show it
Lil' daddy, we call that hoe shit
I'm the most underrated, why that's so so debated
I'm David Stern, it's my game, I just let a bunch of niggas play in
Know you see me on that TV
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you play me on that CD
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Anybody got a problem
Bussin, bussin, bussin
From the bottom, now I got 'em
Bussin, bussin, bussin
We gangsters with manners, fuck all that fake and fuck cameras
We some gangsters with manners not that fuck and fuck cameras
We some gangsters with manners not that fuck and fuck cameras
We gangsters with manners, fuck all that fake and fuck cameras
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you see me on that TV
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you play me on that CD
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Anybody got a problem
Bussin, bussin, bussin
From the bottom, now I got 'em
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you see me on that TV
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Know you play me on that CD
Bussin, bussin, bussin
Anybody got a problem
Bussin, bussin, bussin
From the bottom, now I got 'em
Bussin, bussin, bussin