Lyrics:
her skin
Black girl offa perc tryna fit in
I just like to smoke pop a pill here and then
Serving packs in the halls just to make the backend
Pour her up
do
I grab that check on the play,
Running back Ima run it up
Y'all betta book while we still low
Outter space when we going up
I'm serving niggas
I’m bouta sin
The glick it stay close fuck a friend
Out the back serving custies like Kraimer
The shit Im sellin it don’t come wit disclaimers
Da homie
Got what you need
I be out serving them trees
Getting this cheese
Now a nigga overseas
Mix with some sprite
I might just make something right
Nigga
to snap, I think I’m about to snap
I’ve taken more than I can handle I’ve taken more than I can
I’m tired of this prison, I’m serving a life sentence
This
This big 40 got a kick back
See POP left a nigga early
I had to learn from the streets
I watched cuz whip it up
Then hit the block serving fiends
If
the one or a game
I’m coolin not stupid you dig what I’m saying
I wake up real daily ain’t shit you could tell me
Serving these niggas like cuts at the deli
And my cash flow determines my courage
So ask yourself if your deserving or if you are serving my purpose
I'm purging the surface like germans did
I'm
back kid and keep that one in ya stu
Empty out ya drive and then cook in ya stu
This is for the day i'ma drop in on the world
Serving in the moment while
Yeah… aye
Thumbing straight cash
Coco butter colored Maybach
Polo with the lemonade Raf’s
Heavyweight class
Serving niggas heavyweight gas
Swerving
did the math I put the work in
Them digits added up for certain
I picked up pack and it was perfect
I hit the trap and got to serving
I ate a rat just
break
What’s your heart rate?
Your hearts Fake
I’m Well done Serving people that raw steak
Ha
No longer speaking with violence
True love here’s your
stomach
That's cause a nigga hungry
Triple serving of the money please
Mustard seeds turn to money trees (Satan stay back!)
Treat my enemies like a rare
the satchel
My nigga slimey he look like a serpent
Back in the day in the hood I was serving
That nigga get hit wit the chop and it look like he jerking
I be
down
Serving all them years for some petty shit
No evidence judge can give a fuck about black excellence
Im heaven sent lord brought me here to get it
walk I was serving plates
Then business slowed down had to make a play
I needed one fucking shot at the most
Hit corners shake trees turn stones
Twenty
You need to get yo paper up
Thumbing through a check
Like got damn
I got paper cuts
Shotta come erase you bra
I told you
Ain no faking bra
Been serving
Damn, your whole life you been fuckin' up
Been serving' junkies til sun come up
Yeah, I'm getting them bands
You ain't got no guap, you don't got no
and then I relax got bro in the cut he rolling that gas
Getting this green serving the feins
I got to bust traps for the team
I got a glock shit built like
the times I took loss
Grind hard and I shook it off
Swear I made myself a boss
High now and I'm takin' off
Get them racks now everyday payday
Serving traps
trapping late night baby i was serving
I wasn't even making my re-up feelin like it was worthless
I seen the ops hit the block in a black suburban
They hit
coke, I'm serving all on the block n' the boat
If you on the boat the row it
If you on the gas then float
Fuckin' that hoe, ou
Fucking that hoes till she
on a bitch cause they dnt deserve it
I stay styling and profiling everytime im working
205 Live how I'm flipping and serving
No mistakes here ain't no closing
hooked right away
I won’t lie kinda shook of living my life without yah
And it’s been this way
Back when we were serving like a tennis play
Hit a lick just
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