Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buss Serves, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song The Storm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.12.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Buss Serves |
| Started with the blow and went to flows |
| Listen to me tell my gutter story and it goes |
| 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 my witness 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, nigga |
| In French village, I went till, 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’m a 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 |
| I pull up, pull up |
| Bussin serves |
| I pull up, pull up |
| Bussin serves |
| (Young nigga chasing it back) |
| I pull up bussin serves |
| Young nigga pull up, pull up |
| Bussin serves, commas |
| Either way I’m a be stacking it |
| On my, mama |
| Making my milli from rapping it or |
| Bussin serves, commas |
| Either way I’m a be stacking it |
| On my, mama |
| Making my milli from rapping it or |
| Bussin serves |
| 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 |
| 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 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 he bust his ass for |
| 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 |
| I pull up, pull up |
| Bussin serves |
| I pull up, pull up |
| Bussin serves |
| (Young nigga chasing it back) |
| I pull up bussin serves |
| Young nigga pull up, pull up |
| Bussin serves, commas |
| Either way I’m a be stacking it |
| On my, mama |
| Making my milli from rapping it or |
| Bussin serves, commas |
| Either way I’m a be stacking it |
| On my, mama |
| Making my milli from rapping it or |
| Bussin serves |
| 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 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 |
| Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor sharp |
| 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 mane |
| Hit a lick for 30, lost 20 in the dice game |
| Fuck it man it’s nothing, I swear to God it’s nothing |
| 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 |
| I pull up, pull up |
| Bussin serves |
| I pull up, pull up |
| Bussin serves |
| (Young nigga chasing it back) |
| I pull up bussin serves |
| Young nigga pull up, pull up |
| Bussin serves, commas |
| Either way I’m a be stacking it |
| On my, mama |
| Making my milli from rapping it or |
| Bussin serves, commas |
| Either way I’m a be stacking it |
| On my, mama |
| Making my milli from rapping it or |
| Bussin serves |