Tom Baker - Buss Serves lyrics

[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 mywitness 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 cinched deal I had to [?] 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 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 f**, puck Bussin serves I f**, puck Bussin serves Young n***a chasing it back I pull up bussin serves Young n***a f**, puck Bussin serves (Either way I'mma be stacking it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli from rapping it or) Bussin serves (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 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 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 [?] 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 pawpaw [Hook]