Back2Serve’n El Snappo
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[Intro]
(Pnutt, why you flexin'?)
Uh-huh
Uh, uh, uh-huh
Hmm, hmm
If I don't get rich off rappin', nigga, it's back to servin'
Huh-huh
[Chorus]
Uh, if I don't get rich off rappin', nigga, it's back to servin'
Back to pullin' all-nighters in traffic, get my phone chirpin'
Baking soda, yola, Pyrex pot, add a lil' dish detergent
Can't forget the fork 'cause when you whip it, you gon' hear it skrrt, skrrt
Trappin'-ass lil' nigga, the Shallow made me
Bitch, I'm standin' on that business like I'm JAY-Z
I'm hard to kill, they tried to blackball me out the industry
If rap don't work, I'm right back in trap servin' everything
[Verse]
Standin' on that business like I'm JAY-Z
If rap don't work, I'm right back in trap servin' dope fiends
Convicted felon, ain't got no license, ridin' 'round chasin' cheese
Glizzy in arm reach, ain't worried bout nan' nigga trynna harm me
Houston, Texas, underground king, feel like Pimp C
But I'm from Broward, nigga, ask about me, I know you heard of me
Shallowside Slim, can't let 'em murder me
I'm hard to kill, they tried to blackball me out the industry
Livin' fast, won't never change until I D-I-E
I rip the mic, go tell your label come and see 'bout me
If I don't get rich off rappin', nigga, it's back to servin'
I'ma get rich or die tryin', nigga, I feel like Curtis
(Pnutt, why you flexin'?)
Uh-huh
Uh, uh, uh-huh
Hmm, hmm
If I don't get rich off rappin', nigga, it's back to servin'
Huh-huh
[Chorus]
Uh, if I don't get rich off rappin', nigga, it's back to servin'
Back to pullin' all-nighters in traffic, get my phone chirpin'
Baking soda, yola, Pyrex pot, add a lil' dish detergent
Can't forget the fork 'cause when you whip it, you gon' hear it skrrt, skrrt
Trappin'-ass lil' nigga, the Shallow made me
Bitch, I'm standin' on that business like I'm JAY-Z
I'm hard to kill, they tried to blackball me out the industry
If rap don't work, I'm right back in trap servin' everything
[Verse]
Standin' on that business like I'm JAY-Z
If rap don't work, I'm right back in trap servin' dope fiends
Convicted felon, ain't got no license, ridin' 'round chasin' cheese
Glizzy in arm reach, ain't worried bout nan' nigga trynna harm me
Houston, Texas, underground king, feel like Pimp C
But I'm from Broward, nigga, ask about me, I know you heard of me
Shallowside Slim, can't let 'em murder me
I'm hard to kill, they tried to blackball me out the industry
Livin' fast, won't never change until I D-I-E
I rip the mic, go tell your label come and see 'bout me
If I don't get rich off rappin', nigga, it's back to servin'
I'ma get rich or die tryin', nigga, I feel like Curtis
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