All aboard! (Get on the bus)
Get on the bus (In the driver we trust)
Hold on now (Hope we're going fast enough)
You know the Blowed style (Hope we don't pass you up)

Yeah
Welcome aboard now
Please be seated
To you knit-with, rudey poops, and niggas who trip quick
Unruly brutes
You're paying to fix you broken stick shift but you want a new Coupe
So broads will let you hit their clit and poop chute
And lick your dick like their tooting flutes
Next stop!
I picked up a rowdy bunch on an emcee bounty hunt
They wouldn't speak, they would just loudly grunt
I couldn't fit the whole crew in the hallway
At Blowed, they sucked and got booed off stage
Last week, a fellow G put their styles in the trash heap
And said their tracks wreaked
Now these niggas wanted to blast heat
Damn!
I told Ben we need a trapdoor on the Blowed stage
Cause with these careless drivers I'll set a crash course on road rage
Next stop!
I picked up an R