Buss Serves

Started with the blow and went to flows Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes When I was nineteen 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 with it Simon? Stay remarkably grown That's why my pockets be long Ducked some feds, dumped packs then got custom threads From serving boofas in KC we say let's buss some heads, nigga In French village, I went till they got the rent building Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it Yelling in 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 Im'a just splurge We had the spot though until it really got hot so Escape I did like El Chapo But nuevas still get fedded vato I pull up, pull up Bussin' serves I pull up, pull up Bussin' serves Young nigga chasing it back I pull up bussin' serves Young nigga 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 Im'a be stacking it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli from rapping it or) Bussin' serves On my mama nigga Pull up, I'm bussin' serves But you won't find me nickle 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 Jefe, 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 nigga push it all bro Pussy pills to that Pablo In dark or night nigga I glow Old nigga with the bag bro Silly nigga with the mag though Be careful what he bust his ass for I'm airing out one of you assholes Real shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga 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 I pull up, pull up Bussin' serves I pull up, pull up Bussin' serves Young nigga chasing it back I pull up bussin' serves Young nigga 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 Im'a be stacking it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli from rapping it or) Bussin' serves I got my mind on my money, money on my mind It's just something about them hundreds, when you thumbing through them signs I quit fucking with them niggas, 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 nigga all at the trailer parks I talk money fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp Fall in love with me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart Smash through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter I got film of your bitch, on my camcorder Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life mane Hit a lick with 30, lost 20 at the dice game Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's nothing I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his cousin Oops fuck it, oops fuck it That come with the pop-off You my son's son li'l nigga, call me pawpaw I pull up, pull up Bussin' serves I pull up, pull up Bussin' serves Young nigga chasing it back I pull up bussin' serves Young nigga 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 Im'a be stacking it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli from rapping it or) Bussin' serves