Started with the and went to flows Listen to me tell my story and it goes
I was 19 I to go live with my auntie and noticed she had nice things The and All of her clothes quite To be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team She put me on And my it Simon? Stay remarkably That's why my pockets be Ducked some feds, packs then got custom threads From serving boofas in KC we say let's some heads, nigga In French village, I went till they got the building Got so heavy I no longer benched was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it Yelling in microphone and write them songs they it's on I let go they life worth of is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to Buss Now I, buss Either way slanging or sanging whatever Im'a just splurge We had the spot though it really got hot so I did like El Chapo But nuevas get fedded vato
I up, pull up Bussin' I up, pull up serves Young chasing it back I pull up bussin' Young pull up, pull up serves (commas) (Either way be stacking it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli from it or) Bussin' (commas) (Either way be stacking it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli from it or) Bussin'
On my mama Pull up, I'm serves But you won't me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb Prolly me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd Or maybe find me on my grinding the pot is stirred Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm tryna up my dollars Ripping the chowder, the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder Necked it to a Jefe, head El with the hot flows Still logged in the block though Hit a and make the knot grow Push a nigga it all bro Pussy pills to that In dark or night I glow Old nigga the bag bro Silly nigga the mag though Be careful he bust his ass for I'm airing out one of you Real shit, but the quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool Shit and quick licks turned meal ticks, nigga beep it bool Out here chasing food All in, to lose Bussin' serves or bussin' words, ask about me, I'm that
I up, pull up Bussin' I pull up, up serves Young nigga it back I up bussin' serves nigga pull up, pull up Bussin' (commas) (Either way be stacking it) (On my, mama) (Making my from rapping it or) Bussin' (commas) (Either way Im'a be it) (On my, mama) (Making my from rapping it or) serves
I got my on my money, money on my mind just something about them hundreds, when you thumbing through them signs I quit fucking with niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, it's why I I up bussin' serves nigga all at the trailer parks I talk fluent, they ain't teach it in language arts Damn that nigga street smart, reflex sharp Fall in love with me baby, I'm gon' break your heart Smash through the sheet, like the fucking I got of your bitch, on my camcorder Had to show it to my homies, this right here my life Hit a lick with 30, lost 20 at the game Fuck it man it's nothing, I to god it's nothing I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his Oops fuck it, oops it That come the pop-off You my son's son nigga, call me pawpaw
I up, pull up Bussin' I up, pull up serves Young chasing it back I up bussin' serves Young nigga up, pull up serves (commas) (Either way be stacking it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli rapping it or) Bussin' (commas) (Either way be stacking it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli rapping it or) Bussin'