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Started the blow and went to flows
to me tell my gutter story and it goes

I was 19
I went to go with my auntie and noticed she had nice things
The and
All of her quite clean
To never be a 9 to 5, she ran a ice cream, team
She put me on
And my with it
remarkably grown
That's why my pockets be
Ducked some feds, dumped packs then got threads
From serving boofas in KC we say let's buss heads, nigga
In French village, I went till they got the building
Got so heavy I no longer skrilla was a cinched deal I had to Vince neil it
Yelling in microphone and them songs they like it's on
I let go they life worth of pipe is blown to flowing ignite my home I to
Buss
Now I, buss
Either way or sanging whatever life Im'a just splurge
We had the spot until it really got hot so
I did like El Chapo
But nuevas still get fedded

I up, pull up
serves
I up, pull up
serves
Young nigga chasing it
I pull up serves
Young pull up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way I'mma be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
serves

On my nigga
Pull up, I'm serves
But you find me nickle and diming, man I'm off the curb
Prolly find me somewhere man this flow's absurd
Or maybe me on my grinding where the pot is stirred
Either way I'm my pay I'm tryna stack up my dollars
the chowder, stomping the powder, dumping it louder, soldier for louder
Necked it to a
Jefe, head
El Chapo with the hot
Still in with the block though
Hit a thang and make the knot
Push a push it all bro
Pussy pills to that
In dark or nigga I glow
Old nigga the bag bro
Silly nigga with the mag
Be careful what he his ass for
I'm airing out one of you
shit, but the paper quit when the violence hit, nigga beep it bool
Shit bricks and quick licks turned meal ticks, beep it bool
Out here chasing food
All in, to lose
Bussin' serves or words, ask about me, I'm that dude

I pull up, up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
serves
Young chasing it back
I pull up serves
nigga pull up, pull up
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
serves (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli from it or)
Bussin'

I got my mind on my money, money on my
It's just something about them hundreds, when you thumbing through signs
I quit fucking with them niggas, cause they ain't shine
And that's all I'm tryna do, it's why I grit, why I grind
I pull up serves nigga all at the trailer parks
I talk money fluent, they teach it in language arts
Damn that nigga street smart, reflex razor
Fall in love with me baby, I'm gon' break your heart
through the sheet, like the fucking Transporter
I got film of your bitch, on my
Had to show it to my homies, right here my life mane
Hit a lick 30, lost 20 at the dice game
Fuck it man it's nothing, I swear to god nothing
I tried to down that sucker but I paralyzed his
Oops fuck it, oops it
come with the pop-off
You my son's son li'l nigga, call me

I up, pull up
Bussin'
I pull up, up
serves
Young nigga chasing it
I up bussin' serves
Young pull up, pull up
serves (commas)
(Either way be stacking it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my milli rapping it or)
Bussin' (commas)
(Either way Im'a be it)
(On my, mama)
(Making my from rapping it or)
Bussin'