Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades
All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade
Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade

Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways

Heard a lot of ^!$$%s got a lot to say

Save ya breath or state ya case
Speak yo mind and be on your way
Cause I ain't got time for the games you play

Every ^!$$% in my squad gotta strap
Grind heard to put the block on the map
If the city ain't sellin, and the people ain't yellin

I'm telling you I'm goin back hard in the trap
Hustlenomics all I know, flip that money stack that dough
Think it's funny slap that hoe - take his money tax that hoe

Yeah I said I'll say it again when I play, I play it to win
Choppa, chop off all ya limbs - Doc it ain't no savin him


Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades
All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade
Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade

Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways

^!$$%s mad but I'm here for the crown

All mark $$# ^!$$%s better lay the $#&@ down
Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets
You don't wanna go there ^!$$% sit the $#&@ down

Boys get low every time I get round
If I take it to the hood you'll never get found
When I come out with the K, everybody better pray

When I bust you can hear it from the other side of town
Get a few of these, runnin at you like fans
All fly $$# ^!$$%s get dropped to the land

Then I gotta few goons on stand for a grand
I'm a $$#hole sittin with a nice set of hands
G for real I put the H on that

Talk %#@! (*##$ I'm a get a case on that
$#&@ rap I done put 'em in they place on that
I'm the certified truth goin off on the track


Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades
All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade

Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade
Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways


frontin witta a ^!$$% like me get ya whole head bust
@@#! back and bust, I stay strapped cause I love that rush
Hollow points flip and they bust yo guts(^!$$%)

Head on the pillow, you in a coffin
Momma she cryin, yo kids they orphans
Ain't no shells cause ^!$$% revolver

I'm that problem you can't solve 'em
Cook 'em, chop 'em, serve 'em, shop 'em
We go broke my ^!$$% we robbin

Eat what we can, while ya'll play possum
Shop with ya boy my products awesome
We stay strapped one five carbon

Eighteen flat and it ain't no bargain
Got that work so I up my margain
It's a drought so yeah I charge 'em.