Serving lyrics

by

AMG


[Intro: Blu]
How the f*ck you sound?
Uh, ayo, servin'
S-Servin', bossing on them boes when the mirror maxed
Servin', servin', cleanin' up them curbs when they see a n*gga
Yeah, servin', kill 'em when that instrumental kick in

[Verse 1: Blu]
Ayo, whether or not it's not pushin' blow, cushions of kush and dro
Servin's what we do most, certainly on the coast
Novelty with it, n*ggas is lottery numbers
Balling is constantly done, in and out of the slump
Gotta keep my hustling steady, in and out of the summer
You n*ggas messy, spaghetti, we in and out like the burger
Servin' them 24/7, 7/11 we servin'
9 to 5 is my motto, Red Davis, we working
Red Daytons playa, picture that petal pedaling through you
With the spinners reflecting off of the puddles in the sewer
See that clack don't move, bring them fiends right to you
With that smile on surface like I never knew a cooler n*gga

[Chorus: Blu & MED]
Servin', window tint lean with the Swisher cracked
Ayo, servin', bossing on them boes when the mirror maxed
Ayo, servin', cleanin' up them curbs when they see a n*gga
I'm in that servin', kill 'em when that instrumental kick in
Servin', big wheel gleam how I lean on 'em
Servin', pull up on the scene with the beat brawlin'
Servin', 50 in my jeans with the fiends callin'
Servin', hittin' when that instrumental raw knock
[Verse 2: MED]
24/7 heavyweights, city or state to state
Fetti, base, beating or whippin' right out the Super 8
You kiddin', my n*gga, we're the [?]
Loop breaks, praise him, your savior behind shades
Coolin', bruisin' crews, mommy on the (uh)
Catch a body when I c*ck, like a shotty, die in love, hun
No offense, be bummy, resent
Blow me a Whopper, prob'ly pop in 2Pacalypse, swervin'
Third finger flip the bird, kilo you get served, herb
Either/or let it burn, word
Malt liquor slang, slurred chorus from the blur
Picture tryna get rent 'fore the first
n*gga, flourish what you heard about, earn amount
Or nothing for your bank account, grind like the brakes is out
Three kings, bow to your royalty sling
Fresh rap in a foil for fiends, n*gga

[Chorus: Blu & MED]
Servin', window tint lean with the Swisher cracked
Ayo, servin', bossing on them boes when the mirror maxed
Ayo, servin', cleanin' up them curbs when they see a n*gga
I'm in that servin', kill 'em when that instrumental kick in
Servin', big wheel gleam how I lean on 'em
Servin', pull up on the scene with the beat brawlin'
Servin', 50 in my jeans with the fiends callin'
Servin', hittin' when that instrumental raw knock
[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]
I spliff herbs and get served
It's the word about these picture perfect
I p*ss on curbs like I'm freaking nervous
I'm just a pervert, looking at a b*tch that's lickin' sherbet
Sorbet, metropolitan
Smoke and drink, Marys get married to Cosmopolitans
Bottled it, it's premises, I go in like a gentleman
Headed to an optometry to see if I'm a simple man
With bigger plans, no kiddie land
My headspace shorter than Mini-Me
I'm the titty man, hand me some titties, man
I got titty hands, countin' paper like a busy man with like 50 grand
I got opportunity, I see
Sick with a disease, n*gga catch and you're deceased
Rest in peace, n*gga, please no resurrection, I'll accept it
If I'm included in the will written on your f*ckin' death bed
That's well said, and heaven said it
And it all began at a city college, eleven credits (yeah)

[Outro: Blu]
Servin', window tint lean with the Swisher cracked
Ayo, servin', bossing on them boes when the mirror maxed
Ayo, servin', cleanin' up them curbs when they see a n*gga
I'm in that servin', kill 'em when that instrumental kick my, uh
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