Serving - Rome Streetz/Boldy James.mp3

[00:14.618]You know what the **** it is, nigga
[00:17.019]Ayo, you bums minor, never Major League (Nah)
[00:18.901]**** my P.O., **** the judge, **** the D.A., **** the agency (**** y'all)
[00:22.848]Started off with an eighth and E, small paper, now we racing AMG's (Skrrt)
[00:26.599]All you niggas washed up, to say the least
[00:28.452]Plug mailed the work, i never wait a week (Nah)
[00:30.568]Weighing work on scales Been the way I eat
[00:32.426]Scamming in the bank, fake state ID
[00:34.483]Watch what you post on the internet, Jake follow with a fake IG
[00:38.223]My niggas real right, double R (Brrat)
[00:40.280]Nothing lucky, had to hustle hard (Nah)
[00:42.152]Cooking work up in the smucker jar
[00:44.005]Nah, you could never ever **** with ours (Never)
[00:46.152]We push foreign cars through the fog, been a don, Louis on, that's Virgil shit
[00:49.857]Sold Acid, Weed, Molly, Percocet
[00:51.739]Flygod told me murder this (Brra, Bah)
[00:53.870]Been merciless
[00:54.924]Quarter brick or its 10 bands for a verse of this
[00:57.613]Did the money dance, in the junkie's hand, dropped 20 Xans, I been servin' shit
[01:01.350]Mother****er(**** outta here)
[01:02.149]The first time you try it, you don't like it
[01:06.109]It ain't nothing to like, It's something to be scared of
[01:09.281]Junkie fell through, stolen car radio, flat screen and a twelve speed
[01:13.031]Grew up servin' pops, hover rocks to the crack fiends, I don't sell weed (I don't)
[01:17.021]Now we pullin' up in V12 v's with Louis chucks with the LV's (Yeah)
[01:20.788]Finna floor the pedal, Ice water bezel, in the Urus truck with the F and E
[01:24.510]Me and Flygod, big pole on me, that's a tied rod
[01:27.448]Chalk white coupe. 4G's off set, but the dope whiter than an IPod
[01:31.000]Union SB's (It's on me)
[01:32.547]Sky dweller's face playing Peek-A-Boo
[01:34.400]Undefeated on my left sleeve (Yeah)
[01:36.276]Water whippin' like a jet-ski
[01:38.129]Brand new sauer and an XD (Uh huh)
[01:40.038]Cop a crash foreign and domestic, task force tryna run a crash course
[01:44.324]Got the whole Warren, kinda zesty
[01:45.926]Dropping glass, harder than some plexy
[01:48.067]Still spinin' with the lefty (Spin)
[01:49.649]Shooters on deck, shorty don't threat
[01:51.551]Slidin' tinted up, niggas ridin' hotties all the strikers come with a red key (Brrr)
[01:55.836]Counting paper like a spreadsheet (Beep)
[01:57.653]Dodging raiders when the feds sweep (Aye)
[01:59.510]Plottin' capers? Now he dead meat (Aye)
[02:01.386]Bum rush his spig for them parakeets (Them birds)
[02:03.273]Wrap his body up in the bed sheets
[02:05.161]Still in the field like a pair of cleats
[02:07.284]Stepped on the brick with two left feet
[02:09.147]Quick to leave a nigga like a dead-beat
[02:11.270]Where we at with it? (It's the jack God)
[02:14.657]You see the stuff, we'll call you
[02:16.539]It'll let you walk away from it, but it's always call you back