Mr. Serv-On

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Serv-On] I was affiliated, I was affiliated by blood I was affiliated by, by friendship, and honor So know you, affiliation, you know what I'm saying, was my, my respect You know what I'm saying, it's not glorifying, you know, so much loss in it But it was respect to those that always had it [Verse 1: T.F] Wood grain wheeling, trying not to spill it Bitch mad in the passenger, trying not to feel it Why you hating off the muscle? You can't knock the hustle Since this year started everyday I dropped a triple double Balling, let the bitches tell it Nigga, I been getting it since the Rivieras I been spitting flame since my semi era Nigga bend that corner, it's Kamehameha, they saying he God Crème de la crème of the crop I'm comfortable being solid, I can't be what I'm not Piña coloda the face of the watch, that's for her, though I know a couple niggas who scamming they tax turbo It'll be forever 'til them percs gone You grew up with Lil Uzi, I grew up to Mr. Serv-On, uh Now kick back and let me swerve on Turn this up and get your purge on, Killa! [Interlude: Mr. Serv-On] You know what I'm saying, so it was all around me So much things to show that respect These the niggas I'll ride for, the niggas I'll die for You know what I'm saying, because they would do it for me [Verse 2: Bun B] My niggas, we outside like the lights on a porch Late nights with Swisher Sweets we used to light with the torch Scott Storch with the keys, man, you barely Alicia Thin skin with thin hair, soft nigga with alopecia, shit I keep it Trill and you been notified I send the word and address and my niggas already know to slide You down to ride? You gon' prove it to us Just know your life's on the line, mothafucka, in case you lose it to us It's more than music to us, that's just the audio You ever see the visual version, you gon' be sorry, hoe So be careful how late you staying out 'Cause when this street shit start to playing out, niggas finna be laying out See, this what your momma be praying 'bout That you don't meet a nigga like me in a dark alley with the flamer out 'Cause I don't hit you with the hesi like Kyrie I hit you with the Desi' in the chest tryna try me [Outro: Mr. Serv-On] You what I mean You know, everyone, everybody I'm talking 'bout was good dudes But that was the culture we was in My family, you know what I'm saying I mean, my family was