Lyrics:
nasty you can lick this (Yeah)
Junkie dick yeah I'm serving (Serving) punky jeans with that work in em
God see me, this my shit, fuck what they talking
Jumped off the porch and I went north on them
Couple rocks scale and a torch on me
Bank roll in my baud Jeans
Skipping school servings dope fiends
She is passing you the ball
The girl is passing you the ball
She is serving it up up to the sun
You go low while she goes high
You're like hello
Foreign coat keeping me cozy
I'm serving the coke like I'm Tony
My bitch ass is fat like pony
Wok in my cup got me doze
Got zot in my blunt now I'm
Im smoking on me a egg roll
She give me brain her head slow
Im serving bricks get a elbow
He wanted a front that's a hell no
You cant with da gang
Bust them bands open I got money in the safe
Hella drip
Gucci and Dior, What could you want more
All my dawgs out here serving late
Bruh bruh can't
Juss wanna make a way
Get all my niggas straight
And I only want hunnids Crip fucc the fame
And them lemons squeezers serving lemonade
Taking my spot
Get round there and I'm purging, leak him
Get round there and I'm serving, fiends dem
Why the opps love hiding, let's seek them
Bad b bruck it she
Hellrazor muthafucka
Yea my trap going ham man I'm serving off the heater
Trying to do it like walmart even got a door greeter
Still whipping up
In this crazy ass game
Better known as life
A purpose and a motto
Is all you ever need
I done dropped the bottle
And I stopped serving fiends
'Cause
pole on a date Lil nigga
She serving you isn’t she great lil nigga
Hop out the van you know Lil nigga
That ain’t yo girl that’s a hoe Lil nigga
You mad
about drugs
Talk about drugs
She just came from Mehico
And she brought back more than the hugs
She, serving up the white, that shit that we sell
What u know about shots on the line
And they want 3g of the peng ting
And I got a box in the ride 180 serving it gently
And I let the soldiers know
I'm on FN organic
That pookee make her panic
We serving out the vacants
I always ambulance it
Why you hating on me?
Cause I'm in my bag, right?
You
Pulling up ten deep with that fucking chop on me
Vest under the jersey we know you police
I be serving weight, make yo' block OD
Two head bands like
in 8th grade was serving quads, for like 80
Goin' crazy in a Chevy on the highway hittin 80
Trunk full of work, both hands can't be swervin
Love
Divine Wayne Young Riley got me going stupid
I could do this everyday, Wake up in the morning, serving verses like it's a buffet
Two tone rolly I
Marinara Marinara Sara
Marinara Marinara Sara
Olive oil garlic tomatoes red pepper flakes and oregano
Four servings of intimacy and the flavor just tugs
Waiting for my tips on the low listen that real degrading
I ain't serving any plates to let them eat off me
Y'all can forget about a feature I rather be off
I hop out the whip, we finna walk em' down
We serving the boof, we serving the bowls
I told the lil hoe yeah we serving them pounds
Yah
We get
Hook:
Swerving
They on my body I curve em
They talking beef like a burger
Serving a fiend like a sever
Wait wait wait
Whoa
Heard that these
I'm serving heat taking off this sweater
I can't stand that girl I wish I never met her
Water on my wrist keep on getting wetter
Get what I want man
cultivated...
12 heard about it
I ain't even worried about it
We serving errr body
Magic like Irving Johnson
I'm wit da gang and we chillin'
Officer thinkin we
5am, just another day
Pushing back all the stuff that gets in the way
Of serving you, and you loving me
I wanna live this life by your side the way
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