[Intro: Tech N9ne]

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 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 five to five

She ran an ice cream, team, she put me on, am I wit' it Simon?

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, nigga

In French village, I went 'til 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 I'ma just splurge

We had the spot though until it really got hot so

Escape I did like El Chapo, but Nueve still get faded, vato

[Chorus: Young Devi D & Tech N9ne]

I pull up, pull up bussin' serves

I pull up, pull up bussin' serves

(Young nigga chasing that bag) I pull up bussin' serves

Young nigga pull up, pull up bussin' serves

commas, either way I'ma be stacking it on my mama

Making my milli from rapping it or bussin' serves

Commas, either way I'ma be stacking it on my mama

Making my milli from rapping it or bussin' serves

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]

On my mama, nigga, 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, 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 you pussies ask fo', 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

[Chorus: Young Devi D & Tech N9ne]

I pull up, pull up bussin' serves

I pull up, pull up bussin' serves

(Young nigga chasing that bag) I pull up bussin' serves

Young nigga pull up, pull up bussin' serves

commas, either way I'ma be stacking it on my mama

Making my milli from rapping it or bussin' serves

Commas, either way I'ma be stacking it on my mama

Making my milli from rapping it or bussin' serves

[Verse 3: Young Devi D]

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

And that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp

Don't 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, mayne

Hit a lick for thirty, lost twenty in the dice game

Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to God it's nothin'

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 lil nigga, call me papa

[Chorus: Young Devi D & Tech N9ne]

I pull up, pull up bussin' serves

I pull up, pull up bussin' serves

(Young nigga chasing that bag) I pull up bussin' serves

Young nigga pull up, pull up bussin' serves

commas, either way I'ma be stacking it on my mama

Making my milli from rapping it or bussin' serves

Commas, either way I'ma be stacking it on my mama

Making my milli from rapping it or bussin' serves