SERVANT. (feat. OMINVS, eurei, YungDrape, 666tsukasa, DizDizaster, Biinjo, DiorLevii, Wubba, TenxTen, zev & Alan.0)
GOOBERS
Hip-Hop/Rap
26
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Extended magazines, The m4 made me vicious
Red dot scope, Acog on
Red Dot when I shoot, Bitch I can't miss it
Headshot foes, Deadshot on
We was living off Section 8
Promise Mama that I'm going to get this pay
Fuck **** gonna to catch this fade
Send a pussy **** to the heaven Gates
(Rush x7)
(Okay)
(Rush x7)
Shit get to blasting, Me and team one making Classics
We the right now, Pussy boy you has been
Past tense
Walking to the bank and we laughing
Me and gang make 'em disappear like its magic
Swinging on a dyke like I'm Michael Jordan
With Glock 19 putting blood on the Portrait
Imma bake his fucking body like I'm fucking Gordon
And if you're having trouble let me put a fucking word in
Lane switch watch this
Chopper Bear a kill switch
Post apocalyptic **** I'm gon have to kill this
My **** getting jumped, You know that I'm going to have to fill in
From the body, I will turn into a villain
Barret .50 out the window
I pull up I hit the drive by
50 cal right to his Dental, Cuz I'm shooting from his Blind Side
They say i ain't got money, Bitch my crib be in a high rise
I leave his body on the interstate, I'll leave them on the I-9
Take the money I'm a servant
Feeling like a waiter with this lead I'm fucking serving
I'mma leave his body hurtin'
I'mma hop up on the scene that aftermath gon be disturbing
I'm a demon with the heat, I catch your body I'mma burn it
Check your corners try not to die
You see me and I see you cry
Come to me and meet your demise
I'll see you and leave you to dry
This is it, feelings slip
Blood on my lip and the heater on my hip
I done too much, Not enough but
Done when I'm dead I want to Bullet in my head
Fuck you I don't need your bars or your money, I don't trust you
Treat me like I'm nothing, Think I'm gonna need a bust through
Make a fucking banger with these goobers is a must do
So I'm screaming to the world and saying fuck you
Hunnid rounds heading towards your cranium
Put your fucking blood into some bags, I'm straining em
Rip yo fucking body into pieces, I'm filling them
Put you in the fridge, Cuz I'm saving you for later
Kenny on the track you know I never fucking lack
Posted up with OMINVS smoking on **** packs
Team 2, bitch you through
Takin all you **** sacks
And bitch I'm coming through the front, Ain't no need to lock the back
Talkin bout the motherfucking back door
Choppa hit your ass like a 4x4
Team 1 gonna take the whole world by storm
Shit can get heated just like the mothafuckin core
(RUN x8)
Slow down, I said bitch slow down
Spraying all you fuckers till you screaming man down
Walkin with that chopper, imma make your pants brown
I'm walkin with the k, lil bitch I'm in town
Mouth running so fast
Get a kill hit the gas
Break your neck kitkats
Fucked your bitch I snatched that
Two tone bust down
Sliding with a beam, shoot or duck now
Making a motherfucker roll a dice, need his luck now
Throw me all the money imma need to see the bucks now
She gon eat me up, I'm on her breakfast or her lunch now
See me park the whip I'm flawless
Bad bitches hanging with Team 1 they call us
Iced out, Flights out
See me overnight now
Should we give them something else?
That we know they gon like now
I been, I been
Rocking shit
Pull up with a hunnid blicks
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Kick your door down, now we coming in
Talking with my demons, they telling me I'm too sick
Pocket watchin my lil bro, You ain't never gon see this stick
We gon shoot you, Brodie cappin nah we ain't about to miss
Shawty want me, But i tell her she going to wait cuz there's a list
Homie beefing with the ground how I put him in the ditch
Aye, Aye
Vamanos, Zev in this bitch get the bag and go
Yeah I got the bag and left, But that's right after I
Put a hole in his chest
You better come over and clean my mess
Wonder who kill you?, Well take a good guess
If they ask if i did it i'll tell them, yes!
Well yeah i, did it with no regret
Your mama asked about you, Well boo hoo your dead
Yeah it took a minute so i could figure this shit out
You wonder why I've come and pondered
I'll tell you what I'm about
I wanna tear you up in pieces, And turn you inside-out
And when your loved ones ask about you
I'll tell them you worn out
Bitch we run this shit
Fuck it up with all of Team 1, Tuckin these guns
Hit a lick but I don't need funds
Chop go pow pow pow, Like I went and hit a mean son
And i carry but I promise bitch, I DON'T NEED ONE
I rip flesh
All my weapons really pack a punch
And he talkin down, But he'll be runnin once i grab the gun
WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOING NOW?
(HEH) WHY HE BACKING UP?
ME AND OMINVS RUN IT BACK CUS WE THE CHAMPIONS!
FUCK TEAM 2, SMOKIN ON YOUR DAMN PACK
ASHIN OUT MY CIGARETTES ON TOP OF WHERE YOUR GRAVE AT
MID ON EVERY VERSE, YOU GOT MID ON EVERY DAMN TRACK
WENDY'S DRIVE THRU IS WHERE THE MOTHAFUCKIN LAMES AT
(TELL THAT BITCH THINK IM A SERVENT)
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(CHOPPA LEAVE YOUR BODY HURTIN)
Written by: GO OB ERS
