I was on Waldrop servin´ myself I was on Candler, I was servin´ myself
I was on the trap, I was servin´ myself Servin´ half blind, they don´t know how that felt Servin´ no peripheral, they don´t know how that felt Stuffin´ grams, dog, don´t know how that felt Drop a pin, dog, I´ma bring ´em to you I´ll fuck around, got chills in the booth She was thirty deep in the spot, I was solo Hoppin´ out, walkin´ in, servin´ him ten bowls Servin´ these niggas from the backseat on Glenwood Then a nigga car steal a case out of Ellenwood Ridin´ through serenade, catchin´ them plays Used to throw the profit on the bitches at Blaze Columbia, dry serve a nigga at Checkers Hit a lot of licks, we was livin´ real reckless
Me and B, with his lil´ bro had to strike
Left a hundred-K in the crib at night Drop a whole pint in the red at night 12 got behind us and we fled that night ???[0:53] caught a red-eye flight Shot by himself, could´ve lost my life I´m seein´ death, keeps me cryin´ at night I´m seein´ death, it´s cryin´ at night Hit a few plugs that weren´t my worth I don´t understand, had to feed my child They don´t understand, had to feed my mama Runnin´ my city with a dirty ass chopper Me and ???[1:08] ran up with shawty We was at the house, countin´ eighty-K large Real deal trap shit, why would I lie? Real deal scam shit, why would I lie? ???[1:16] took my eye I ain´t ever let a nigga take my fire Smoke, hit a lick, then we dropped it on me
Shawty hit a lick, then dropped he ´em on me Had a ho Eastside, shoppin´ with me Prices so cheap, they couldn´t argue with me So many flavors, I had a white boy plug You used to count four-hundred fiftys and dubs Leave my chopper by the grace of god Stampin´ in doors, that swipe Real plug, door sale price Yeah, nigga came with the ice Nigga got hard like a vike´ Baby, your loyalty pricy I was on the block, I was fightin´ I was in the bando, writin´
I was on Waldrop servin´ myself I was on Candler, I was servin´ myself I was on the trap, I was servin´ myself Servin´ half blind, they don´t know how that felt
Servin´ no peripheral, they don´t know how that felt Stuffin´ grams, dog, don´t know how that felt Drop a pin, dog, I´ma bring ´em to you I´ll fuck around, got chills in the booth She was thirty deep in the spot, I was solo Hoppin´ out, walkin´ in, servin´ him ten bowls Servin´ these niggas from the backseat on Glenwood Then a nigga car steal a case out of Ellenwood Ridin´ through serenade, catchin´ them plays Used to throw the profit on the bitches at Blaze Columbia, dry serve a nigga at Checkers Hit a lot of licks, we was livin´ real reckless
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