Текст песни Servo (Huskii X Sknow) - Huskii
Ay,
ay,
fuckin'
oath
Ay,
fuckin'
oath
Ay,
ay,
ay
I'm
still
rackin'
Polo
and
Tommy
Still
fuck
your
ho
with
no
dommy
Still
droppin'
O's
off
in
Commies
Still
rep
the
Gong,
people
round
here
they
know
I
ain't
from
here
Still
201
til
the
death
for
my
donnies
Still
got
the
bricks
even
tho
I
ain't
on
it
Still
rep
the
squad
like
they
wanted
Never
forget
where
I
come
from,
I
promise
Mangerton,
2-5-double-0
Who
dialed
up
the
phone?
Blue
lights,
triple
0
People
line
up
and
go
Pilin'
fits
on
the
road
Havin'
fits
on
the
road
Havin'
kids
and
leave
'em
rogue
Soup
kitchen
for
the
rows
Thirteen,
watch
'em
blow
Sellin'
sticks
tryna
blow
Sixteen,
I
got
some
blow
Sellin'
bricks
on
the
low
Brother
told
me
keep
it
low
I
was
tryna
sleep
with
hoes
Cops
got
me
with
a
load
Done
jail
never
told
Come
back
writin'
raps
Fuck,
this
trappin's
gettin'
old
But
these
packets
gettin'
sold
I've
been
stackin'
for
a
home
Fuck
your
album
goin'
gold
Sometimes
I
lose
control
But
this
rappin's
in
my
soul
But
this
trappin's
in
my
genes
Keep
pushin',
never
fold
Box
slasher
in
my
jeans
Piece
in
the
Louis
V
I've
been
tryna
keep
the
peace
But
these
people
tryna
beef
I
got
my
beef
with
police
Too
many
Z's
in
a
bag,
but
I
still
don't
ever
get
to
sleep
I
gotta
go
see
a
man
'bout
a
dog
If
I
don't
step
on
the
sand,
then
you'll
drop
Lil
Sknow
be
makin'
his
bands
offa
rock
Ran
outta
foil
so
we
ran
to
the
shop
Ran
outta
foil,
we
ran
to
the
servo
Late
night,
everything
else
shut
Ran
from
the
plug
but
he
ain't
say
a
word
tho
Ran
up
on
him
and
I
said
"What's
up?"
Trappin'
ain't
dead,
I
got
bricks
for
sale
Two
phones
in
my
pocket,
I've
been
in
the
hail
Got
cha
bitch
givin'
top
coz
I
paid
for
nails
I
don't
know
how
to
stop,
I
got
chips
for
mail
Bitches
that
flip,
they
don't
needa
be
ticked
They
fiend
for
my
dick
like
they
needed
a
pip
Eatin'
my
bricks
while
I'm
heatin'
her
mix
Lil
Sknow
bust
a
nut,
then
I'm
freezin'
her
tits
I
remember
cold
days
eatin'
frozen
bread
Tryna
get
on
all
day
just
to
hold
my
head
I
don't
wanna
get
baked
if
you're
smokin'
death
If
you
wanna
get
paid
you
can
owe
me
debt
I
don't
know
about
names,
they
go
over
head
Just
another
cold
case
over
stolen
threads
Sold
regrets
for
bets,
now
I'm
stoned
again
Holdin'
gems,
I
don't
know
how
to
hold
a
pen
What
the
fuck's
up?
Middle
fingers
up,
cunt
Packin'
a
bag
in
the
lobby,
it's
full
of
drugs
but
Smashin'
my
lungs
full
of
buds
and
stackin'
up
funds
Mate's
got
cash
in
a
safe
he
hasn't
touched
once
201,
cunt
My
mate's
got
cash
in
a
safe
he
hasn't
touched
once
201,
cunt!
I
gotta
go
see
a
man
'bout
a
dog
If
I
don't
step
on
the
sand,
then
you'll
drop
Huskii
be
makin'
his
bands
offa
rock
Ran
outta
foil,
we
ran
to
the
shop
Ran
outta
foil
so
we
ran
to
the
servo
Late
night,
everything
else
shut
Ran
from
the
plug
but
he
ain't
say
a
word
tho
Ran
up
on
him
and
I
said
"What's
up?"
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