Released on October 30, 2015

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[Intro: Blu]

How the fuck you sound?

Uh, ayo, servin'

S-Servin', bossing on them boes when the mirror maxed

Servin', servin', cleanin' up them curbs when they see a nigga

Yeah, servin', kill 'em when that instrumental kick in


[Verse 1: Blu]

Ayo, whether or not it's not pushin' blow, cushions of kush and dro

Servin's what we do most, certainly on the coast

Novelty with it, niggas is lottery numbers

Balling is constantly done, in and out of the slump

Gotta keep my hustling steady, in and out of the summer

You niggas messy, spaghetti, we in and out like the burger

Servin' them 24/7, 7/11 we servin'

9 to 5 is my motto, Red Davis, we working

Red Daytons playa, picture that petal pedaling through you

With the spinners reflecting off of the puddles in the sewer

See that clack don't move, bring them fiends right to you

With that smile on surface like I never knew a cooler nigga

[Chorus: Blu & MED]

Servin', window tint lean with the Swisher cracked

Ayo, servin', bossing on them boes when the mirror maxed

Ayo, servin', cleanin' up them curbs when they see a nigga

I'm in that servin', kill 'em when that instrumental kick in

Servin', big wheel gleam how I lean on 'em

Servin', pull up on the scene with the beat brawlin'

Servin', 50 in my jeans with the fiends callin'

Servin', hittin' when that instrumental raw knock


[Verse 2: MED]

24/7 heavyweights, city or state to state

Fetti, base, beating or whippin' right out the Super 8

You kiddin', my nigga, win or surrend'

Loop breaks, praise him, your savior behind shades

Coolin', bruisin' crews, mommy on the (uh)

Catch a body when I cock, like a shotty, die in love, hun

No offense, be bummy, resent

Blow me a Whopper, prob'ly pop in 2Pacalypse, swervin'

Third finger flip the bird, kilo you get served, herb

Either/or let it burn, word

Malt liquor slang, slurred chorus from the blur

Picture tryna get rent 'fore the first

Nigga, flourish what you heard about, earn amount

Or nothing for your bank account, grind like the brakes is out

Three kings, bow to your royalty sling

Fresh rap in a foil for fiends, nigga

[Chorus: Blu & MED]

Servin', window tint lean with the Swisher cracked

Ayo, servin', bossing on them boes when the mirror maxed

Ayo, servin', cleanin' up them curbs when they see a nigga

I'm in that servin', kill 'em when that instrumental kick in

Servin', big wheel gleam how I lean on 'em

Servin', pull up on the scene with the beat brawlin'

Servin', 50 in my jeans with the fiends callin'

Servin', hittin' when that instrumental raw knock


[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]

I spliff herbs and get served

It's the word about these picture perfect

I piss on curbs like I'm freaking nervous

I'm just a pervert, looking at a bitch that's lickin' sherbet

Sorbet, metropolitan

Smoke and drink, Marys get married to Cosmopolitans

Bottled it, it's premises, I go in like a gentleman

Headed to an optometry to see if I'm a simple man

With bigger plans, no kiddie land

My headspace shorter than Mini-Me

I'm the titty man, hand me some titties, man

I got titty hands, countin' paper like a busy man with like 50 grand

I got opportunity, I see

Sick with a disease, nigga catch and you're deceased

Rest in peace, nigga, please no resurrection, I'll accept it

If I'm included in the will written on your fuckin' death bed

That's well said, and heaven said it

And it all began at a city college, eleven credits (yeah)


[Outro: Blu]

Servin', window tint lean with the Swisher cracked

Ayo, servin', bossing on them boes when the mirror maxed

Ayo, servin', cleanin' up them curbs when they see a nigga

I'm in that servin', kill 'em when that instrumental kick my, uh