Concussions - Trae Tha Truth

Buss' up your spine

What you know?

I be bussin'

Gotta, so I concussion

Buss' up your spine

What you know?

I be bussin'

Gotta, so I concussion

Slap some like it’s in a middle of a fight

Know a couple jacks, wanna get me at the light

Everything green, got me looking like a Sprite

Doors up, like I’m on the way to get a flight

Somewhere in the city where they yellin' king Truth

Grey double cups, sippin' on a pink deuce

Better tighten up nigga, shit get loose

If a nigga play us, got diamonds on my tooth

Every other day, blowin' money in the mall

Finished up school, but I’m still tryna ball

Hold this glass, finna' make a nigga grown

I ain’t finna play, all I do is make calls

Tll em' if its up, then it’s stuck wher it’s up

Niggas out of luck when I jump in the truck

Me and stay tucked in the cut

Quarterback plays everyday in the hut

Buss' up your spine

What you know?

I be bussin'

Gotta, so I concussion

Buss' up your spine

What you know?

I be bussin'

Gotta, so I concussion

I be in the hood, so we’re running up a check

Jumpin' out the benz, go to jumipin' in the 'Vette

Good with the hands, bet a nigga get checked

Seeing who you want, bet a nigga get wrecked

I be in the streets full time, can’t quit

Worry 'bout who?

Niggas ain’t know shit

Niggas be broke, shit can’t get fixed

Not like me, shit can’t get mixed

G-O-D, that’s word to three-two

S-U-C, that’s word to me too

Deuce out the roof, that’s word to Big Steve

Swang and I swing, can’t forget school

Still, like I was Big Mo

If you really don’t know about that, you can’t go

Anything, we gon' bang, it be slow

Truck raise up, just like a

Buss' up your spine

What you know?

I be bussin'

Gotta, so I concussion

Buss' up your spine

What you know?

I be bussin'

Gotta, so I concussion

Nigga, nigga, nigga