Lyrics:
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
come with a natural ass
And all of my niggas got gas serving Runtz out the pack
I just want all of the cash I'm headed straight to the bag
Blue hundreds
Serving that white my plug is a migo
Getting that work from my nigga Tigo
Don't play with lil rondo that glock go where he go
He good with that
a nomad
I'll be serving wine like the pope, man
Shout-out to the guy at the post, man
Deliver couple shots when I go mad
Bar to bar like a nomad
I'll be
My bitch from out the magazine
She gone hold my dick if
I’m riding round and serving feins
(Uh)
And it comes as no surprise to me
I like bucks and I
I'm in the trap and I'm serving plays
I'm getting cheese
I got steak on my dinner plate
Bitch you look simple you built like a fish filet
Move
Brake the silence like loud sirens
Leak the truth or keep quiet serving mass violence
Violent by nature
Battle with my demons we go toe to toe
I
At times I can't sleep at night
Thinking everything gonna be alright
Green beam we don't stop at no light
Hot summer we was serving that ice
Told
thought that it might be a hellcat
The way that the kitty was purring
Why is you talkin' bout doin' the race
When it's only grams that you serving
I never
I'm still serving zips
Gotta get paid
I can't be punching in minimum wage
Cant make me sorry
I don't serve no J's
Bitch this just some flowers
bitches they serving the pack
All these bitches they need advance
Pack keep coming I'm moving fast
All these bitches they serving the pack
All these bitches
been stacking them bands Since I was young yea
I been serving kilo grams since I Was young yea
Since I was young yea
Call your momma!
I’ve been making
going brazy serving walkers
I finessed the plug 'kuz he a pussy like my father
Ran off with the sack now I'm in saks with the ballers
Gutta with
swerving, bent
Whip come wit curtains
It don't need no tint
I'm serving, don't play no tennis
In love wit the cash
The money my fetish
Just ran thru that
Diamonds dancing Janet Jackson
Ooh Yeah
Rhythm Nation serving patients
Ooh Yeah
Fire medicine gas heaven sent
Ooh Yeah
Dranking taking nine shots
serving fiends kiss the ring
There's a meaning to the kissing of the ring
The peasants don't mingle with the king
A bitch can't compare to no queen
Ima shooter don't sit in the backseat
I was serving them drugs on the backstreet
In that bitch with a tool on a Mac spree
Donuts in the lot they look
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
me a door to get a little dough
Hey, I ain't going back my nigga never no
Came from serving that pack, I got what you want
Will I go broke, nigga
Just me and hustle niggas in trouble
Still in the hood bitch I'm down back serving that thunder
You looking for me in the heart of the gutter
I'm
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
Pack in the mail
Serving them feigns
I got what you need
It's fresh off the scale
They hear me they fear me or feel me, this shit really written in
Pocket was broke
But I fixed it
Had to Stay woke
No sleeping
2020
I had a vision
2021
We the keenest
Serving all day
I'm in the kitchen
Pot too hot
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