[Intro]
(Ayo, Manzz)
Haha, refund not a scam
[Chorus]
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 n***as from the backseat on Glenwood
Then a n***a 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 n***a at Checkers
Hit a lot of licks, we was livin' real reckless
[Verse]
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
Finna hit Cali', 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 n***a 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, n***a came with the ice
N***a got hard like a vike'
Baby, your loyalty pricy
I was on the block, I was fightin'
I was in the bando, writin'
[Chorus]
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 n***as from the backseat on Glenwood
Then a n***a 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 n***a at Checkers
Hit a lot of licks, we was livin' real reckless