Serving Everything

Lyrics

[Intro] (Cash walked down this beat, uh) (Can't rush the vibe, Rando) [Chorus] Yeah, phew Got my— got my— got my seat dropped Got my heat cocked Servin' everything, servin' everything Servin' everything, yeah, servin' everything Got my seat dropped, got my heat cocked Trap clean and re-rock, I rock Diors like they Reeboks Servin' everything, servin' everything Servin' everything, servin' evеrything [Verse] I got one block, I got two, then I got three blocks (Three blocks) A lot of shells and cliеntele, I got the streets hot (Streets) Cocaine in the Ziploc, drank red like I'm a treetop (I'ma) I'm the real version, baby, he not, and I'm still sellin' out Green Dots (I'ma) I'm a real street nigga, couldn't make this up at all (Phew, all) Yeah, came up from the jungle, out the mud, then balled (Then balled) Yeah, standin' bitches up, they waiting for my call Yeah, I just took a pill, I'm gon' go crazy when this bitch dissolve (Dissolve) Mr. Keep It Real, you niggas fake and I can't fuck with y'all (With y'all) I was in the trap every day slingin' (Yeah, yeah), I was taking calls Even when they out, still pumpin' crack, nigga, like fuck laws This money got a nigga mind gone Half a million payment came through my phone You better keep them hoes up out your business, you know I'm quick to send it Worth a couple millions, about my brothers, I'ma flip the ceiling (Uh) I'm chasing after Franklins Bust your ass, then say, "Amen" Don't let this jewelry bait you in (Uh) You'll never look the same again You'll never breathe the same again (Yeah) Never walk the same again You'll never talk the same again And that chop knocked down eight men Call the shot and say, "Amen" I make amends, then pray again (Yeah) Tell 'em, "Fuck what the business is, I'm a big dog, I ain't weighing in" I ain't checking in with no nigga set, but I'm dropping blocks in them projects (Yeah, yeah) Same young nigga on the stage putting cocaine in a Pyrex Lot of lame young niggas in the game, but we ain't the same, I'm not that (Not that) Nowadays, nigga wanna hit the blunt, but I'm the same one that they laughed at, goddamn Now these niggas look surprised (Uh) My hands on windows, slide My shooter, won't see his eyes I been waiting for a long time (Time) Turned a four and a half to a nine (To a nine) Turned a nine to half block, been working hard, but I still ain't tired I turned a half a block to a whole Goddamn, young nigga, you cold (Uh) Took my bitch on the road with some 'bows, she best ain't focused, you better be watching the road When I get that load, I'm in that mode, I get that 'bow and I stretch it (It) And I already know these niggas some hoes, they send sneak disses, I catch it (I catch it) Can't come to the city, ain't doing no shows, gon' stretch 'em as soon as they exit Come test it (Facts) Hundred rounds or better, fuck a thirty clip My hood, nobody made it out, but a lot of niggas got murdered here Got my mask on and my stick out, I just walked in like a burglar (Ah) [Chorus] Yeah, phew Got my— got my— got my seat dropped Got my heat cocked Servin' everything, servin' everything Servin' everything, yeah, servin' everything Got my seat dropped, got my heat cocked Trap clean and re-rock, I rock Diors like they Reeboks Servin' everything, servin' everything Servin' everything, servin' everything