You Got Servin by Xanman Lyrics
[Intro]
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
[Verse]
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?
[Outro]
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
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
[Verse]
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?
[Outro]
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