[Intro]
Started with the blow and went to flows
Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
When I was 19
I went to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The furniture and
All of her clothes quite clean
To never be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my witness Simone
Stay remarkably grown
That's why my pockets be long
Ducked some feds, dumped packs, and then got custom threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let's buss some heads, n***a
In French village, I went till, it got the rent bill, it got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinch still I had to Vince Neil it
Yell in a microphone and write them songs they like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to
Buss serves
Now I, buss words
Either way slanging or sanging whatever life Imma just splurge
We had the spot though until it really got hot so
Escape I did like El Chapo
But nuevas still get faded, vato
[Hook: Young Devi D and (Tech N9ne)]
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
I pull up, pull up
Bussin serves
Young n***a chasing it back
I pull up bussin serves
Young n***a pull up, pull up
Bussin serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from rapping it or)
Bussin serves (commas)
(Either way Imma be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from rapping it or)
Bussin serves
[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
On my mama n***a
Pull up, I'm bussin serves
But you won't find me nickel and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd
Or maybe find me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm bout my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars
Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a vato
Hefe head honcho
El Chapo with the hot flows
Still logged in with the block though
Hit a thang and make the knot grow
Push a n***a push it all bro
p**y pills to that Pablo
In dark or night n***a I glow
Old n***a with the bag bro
Silly n***a with the mag though
Be careful what he bust his a** for
I'm airing out one of you a**holes
Real sh**, but the paper quit when the violence hit, n***a beep it bool
sh** bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, n***a beep it bool
Out here hungry chasing food
All in, refuse to lose
Bussin serves or bussin words, ask about me, I'm that dude
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Young Devi D]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
It's just something about [hundreds], when you thumbing through them signs
I quit f**ing with them n***as, cause they ain't wan' shine
And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, it's why I grind
I pull up bussin serves n***a all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts
Damn that n***a street smart, reflex razor sharp
Fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart
Smash through the sheet, like the f**ing Transporter
I got film of your b**h, on my camcorder
Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life mane
Hit a lick for 30, lost 20 in the dice game
f** it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's nothing
I tried to down that s**er but I paralyzed his cousin
Oops f** it, oops f** it
That come with the pop-off
You my son's son lil n***a, call me papa
[Hook]