Buss Serves Tech N9ne (Ft. Big Scoob & Young Devi D)

[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 9 to 5
She ran a 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 and 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