Started with the and went to flows to me tell my gutter 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 clean To be working a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team She put me on And my it Simon? remarkably grown That's why my pockets be Ducked some feds, packs then got custom threads From serving boofas in KC we say buss some heads, nigga In French village, I went till they got the building Got so heavy I no longer benched skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince it Yelling in microphone and write songs they like it's on I let go life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I used to serves Now I, words way slanging or sanging whatever life Im'a just splurge We had the though until it really got hot so Escape I did like El But nuevas get fedded vato
I up, pull up serves I pull up, up serves Young nigga chasing it I pull up bussin' nigga pull up, pull up Bussin' (commas) (Either way I'mma be it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli rapping it or) Bussin' (commas) (Either way Im'a be it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli from it or) serves
On my mama Pull up, I'm bussin' But you won't find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the Prolly me somewhere rhyming man this flow's absurd Or maybe find me on my where the pot is stirred Either way I'm 'bout my pay I'm stack up my dollars Ripping the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for Necked it to a Jefe, honcho El with the hot flows Still in with the block though Hit a thang and make the grow a nigga push it all bro Pussy pills to that In or night nigga I glow Old nigga the bag bro Silly nigga with the mag Be careful what he his ass for I'm out one of you assholes shit, but the paper 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, refuse to Bussin' serves or words, ask about me, I'm that dude
I up, pull up Bussin' I up, pull up serves Young nigga it back I up bussin' serves Young pull up, pull up Bussin' (commas) (Either way be stacking it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli from it or) serves (commas) (Either way Im'a be it) (On my, mama) (Making my milli rapping it or) serves
I got my on my money, money on my mind It's just something about them hundreds, when you through them signs I quit with them niggas, cause they ain't wan' shine And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, why I grind I pull up bussin' nigga all at the trailer parks I talk money fluent, ain't teach it in language arts Damn that nigga street smart, reflex sharp Fall in love me baby, I'm just gon' break your heart Smash through the sheet, like the fucking I got film of your bitch, on my Had to show it to my homies, this right here my mane Hit a lick 30, lost 20 at the dice game it man it's nothing, I swear to god it's nothing I tried to down sucker but I paralyzed his cousin Oops it, oops fuck it come with the pop-off You my son's son nigga, call me pawpaw
I pull up, up serves I up, pull up Bussin' Young nigga chasing it I pull up bussin' Young nigga pull up, up serves (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 milli rapping it or) serves