Lyrics:
I came up off them o-o-o-o's
Hustling grams in them boa-o-o-o-o's
Breaking them thangs down to o-o-o-o's
Serving nothing but them o-o-o-o's
I
brick (Aye!)
Quarter pound, half a pound
Whole pound (Okay!)
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major
Weight
JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
3. Atlanta
Yeah mhm
I caught a case in Atlanta
Serving that Hannah Montana
Ride around town with them hammers
Light yo block up like
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Plenty more for you,
serving the pack and serving I'm serving it raw
She gave me uck n I'm breaking her jaw
Biggest back that I reckon I saw
Say she gay buh she still in the low
Serving them junkies
Out in these streets
I be serving them neighborhood fiends
I'm all over the bread like a sesame seed
My conscious keep telling me
serving life
Silent treatment I got her serving life
Silent treatment I got her serving life
Silent treatment I got her serving life
Silent treatment I got
serving yourself or are you serving for God
Everybody has a purpose bigger than we thought
Better settle down getting out of control
Question everything is
of evil
Might not seem worth it but you serving God by serving people
Institutions institutionating hate
Aint just dishing out all of the fuckin' blame
Look
Serving bars like a free agent
Bro what'd you say
Serving bars like a free agent
Ehn
I stay awake until six AM
I'm turning up in the club and my
serving
Ain't no capping now ain't no backing down
Double back around swerve, swerve
Swerve around big working, big working
Big serving, big serving
I been beating down the block
Serving hell of bops
Smoking moon rock
Ay where the fuck you been at
I been beating down the block
Beating down
I was serving after dark in the park
I was serving lsd in project staircases
NYC gun laws but that's why I jugged his ass with mace
I try to be nice
Serving packs to a fiend
Just survive another week (yea yea)
Serving packs to a fiend
Just survive another week (yea yea)
Serving packs to a fiend
You like the way that I'm swerving
Back in the trap now I'm serving
Now it's no limit like Percy
Money just comin' in urgent
You like the way that
cooking
Now I'm serving
So you better eat up
Good vibes get freed up
Chilled back with my feet up
Turn that beat up
Roll my weed up
Cannabis sativa
Sweet
When you don't wanna work no more
Physical labor not for me, serving others not for me
Customer service not for me, being the greatest all of me
Jobs
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One in my hands yeah
Yeah
One in my hands, one in my jeans
Serving my friends, serving the fiends
I'm filling her up,
(Bern)
Yeah, dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg (Pluto)
Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga
Yeah, dope money, weed
around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
say
Don't need to search this world anymore I found myself in You
You made me the way I am today
You have been there all the way
Loving You serving You
I Started on da corner
Then I got a spot
Then my spot got hot
A lot of J’s
Pulling up nonstop
I work da block
Ya know Im serving out the pot
I
flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving sack all night
Yeah my swag on high, ma flag on right
You can catch me in the trapp
I'm serving
I got shawty all on my mind
And she ion' like me when I'm serving packs, and I really be on my grind
Talk beef n**** and we bringing straps, and my
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