Lyrics Concussions - Trae Tha Truth

Concussions

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