Lyrics Serve On - TrapMoneyBenny, Gucci Mane, Pee Wee Longway

Serve On

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and sday real, real good
I give my serve on
Talkin' on the phone
They call me My Serve On
Shaking here the dope, saying real, real good
Then we crave the Gucci and say we’re real, real good
Ain’t no limit to this shit
I already been with this shit
Ain’t that bitch worth a dime
Hit the dealers with the bitch
You know I dope my hoes and dime
And pay my millie for the bitch
I grew up in the capital
Cause I’m very, very rich
You are
Disgrace to your family
You know your son
Mistakin' at your birth
You shouldn’t have been a bitch
No, niggaz aren’t trying to walk
I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good
I look like avocado
Niggaz in the hood they’d be picture at your lotto
Got hundreds of soldiers
My niggaz are woving
My niggaz be with women and coking
My niggaz they play with the song
I know you can’t handle the pressure
I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good
I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good
They call my Mr Serve On
While we’re smashing serve on
I don’t really search for love
Cause I didn’t purchase for one
But I’m tied in with camouflage form
But I don’t need no pass, yeah
I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good
I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good
Hear saying Gucci that we’re real, real hood