Xanman - You Got Servin lyrics
[Xanman - You Got Servin lyrics]
Hey, hey
Nigga, this ain't no motherfuckin’ You Got
Served, this You Got Servin, nigga
Oh, uh, uh
Gotta walk with that stick like, uh, uh
Gotta talk to your bitch like
Hold on, hold on, yeah
Huh, huh
Lil' nigga wanna shoot
Don't get a stick involved
Pull up and I make the choppa
Sing like a Christmas song
Gave a nigga fu’ Percs, he took Fentanyl
Walk around with that fat shit
Feel like Shaggy dog
I been focused on the street
I'm takin' Adderall
I fuck his bitch on the court
Love & Basketball
AK straps on my shoulders look like overalls
"Xan not a shooter, " okay, Mr know-It-All
Blow his ass up
His bitch lookin' and gettin' jealous
Let the Drac' sing to a bitch
Like Otis Redding we gon' send his ass up
He got good reception
I'm a fraternity nigga, I keep on steppin’
I call up Scoob
"Whеre you at?" He gon’ take a Pеrc
Break up with a bitch
She beggin' me to make it work
We just backdoored a nigga
This a crazy earth kill a nigga
We gon’ tell his hood to make some merch
Street nigga still in the field
I got shoulder pads
Opps high and keep on puttin' on corona masks
Put him on a grill
Literally we smoked his ass
Baow, baow, he don't even got an open cask'
Niggas sayin’ "Hey, shoot, " wanna be like us
Put a bitch in a Tesla, like Elon Musk
Whole family shootin' shit
Even my g'ma tough
We put a bitch in a bag, now she Hilary Duff
Where the money at, nigga
'cause we need enough my niggas demon
Don't come to 'em with that Jesus stuff
My pockets stuffed with that cheese
Like some pizza crust
I'm hoppin' out with that fire shit
She gon' eat it up
That nigga not even street
He don't know nothin'
I was out for six months, eatin' cold cutters
My white plug keep tellin' me "Oh, brother"
Gucci hat to the side, I'm a tow trucker
My grandmother raised shooters
Like four brothers
Shoot a nigga, happy hour, we at Fuddruckers
Nate Robinson, got hit with the upper cutter
You got two Glocks, but they jammed
They dumb and dumber
I slam a nigga on his ass, I'm taker under
I could've signed with YSL, I stay with Gunna
Give a bitch a plan B, no baby mother
I walk around with them sixes
Like who your plumber?
I'm on probation walkin' around
With that fire shit
Still on probation walkin' around
With that fire shit uh, uh, uh
I walk, uh, walk with the stick, walk, uh huh
Walk with the, huh, huh-duh
Nigga, this ain't no motherfuckin’ You Got
Served, this You Got Servin, nigga
Oh, uh, uh
Gotta walk with that stick like, uh, uh
Gotta talk to your bitch like
Hold on, hold on, yeah
Huh, huh
Lil' nigga wanna shoot
Don't get a stick involved
Pull up and I make the choppa
Sing like a Christmas song
Gave a nigga fu’ Percs, he took Fentanyl
Walk around with that fat shit
Feel like Shaggy dog
I been focused on the street
I'm takin' Adderall
I fuck his bitch on the court
Love & Basketball
AK straps on my shoulders look like overalls
"Xan not a shooter, " okay, Mr know-It-All
Blow his ass up
His bitch lookin' and gettin' jealous
Let the Drac' sing to a bitch
Like Otis Redding we gon' send his ass up
He got good reception
I'm a fraternity nigga, I keep on steppin’
I call up Scoob
"Whеre you at?" He gon’ take a Pеrc
Break up with a bitch
She beggin' me to make it work
We just backdoored a nigga
This a crazy earth kill a nigga
We gon’ tell his hood to make some merch
Street nigga still in the field
I got shoulder pads
Opps high and keep on puttin' on corona masks
Put him on a grill
Literally we smoked his ass
Baow, baow, he don't even got an open cask'
Niggas sayin’ "Hey, shoot, " wanna be like us
Put a bitch in a Tesla, like Elon Musk
Whole family shootin' shit
Even my g'ma tough
We put a bitch in a bag, now she Hilary Duff
Where the money at, nigga
'cause we need enough my niggas demon
Don't come to 'em with that Jesus stuff
My pockets stuffed with that cheese
Like some pizza crust
I'm hoppin' out with that fire shit
She gon' eat it up
That nigga not even street
He don't know nothin'
I was out for six months, eatin' cold cutters
My white plug keep tellin' me "Oh, brother"
Gucci hat to the side, I'm a tow trucker
My grandmother raised shooters
Like four brothers
Shoot a nigga, happy hour, we at Fuddruckers
Nate Robinson, got hit with the upper cutter
You got two Glocks, but they jammed
They dumb and dumber
I slam a nigga on his ass, I'm taker under
I could've signed with YSL, I stay with Gunna
Give a bitch a plan B, no baby mother
I walk around with them sixes
Like who your plumber?
I'm on probation walkin' around
With that fire shit
Still on probation walkin' around
With that fire shit uh, uh, uh
I walk, uh, walk with the stick, walk, uh huh
Walk with the, huh, huh-duh