You Got Served ft. Hbsc Kiid Lyrics

Mr. Potato on the barrel

Knock his head off

Ran off on the plug

I just Skirt off

In the pussy beat it up

Just like a jerk off

I like her body bitch thicker Than a curveball

I fucked a lot of bad bitches

Scott Disick

I aim a butter at yo dome Just Like a biscuit

And have yo whole damn

Pancake missing

The bitch left I know the

Goofy bitch miss me

I fucked his bitch

and then I Laid on her tity

Gave him pampers cause i Know The nigga shitty

Pop a perc I'm out my body

Now I'm litty

Bringing drakes to the Burbs Like Drizzy

If we spinning niggas block Then they dizzy

I gotta opp that nigga fatter Then Lizzy

Took his bitch

Don't call her Phone

She was busy

Then i gotta Got a Newer bitch Like jimmy

I get busy with the tools

Handy manny

I got sum bitches out in Texas Like sandy

Fucked the bitch man i know She cant stand me

We aint kin niggas

Know we ain't family

Chopper DDT a nigga like Randy

Gift wrapping all the opps

On they birthday

Niggas try me then I'm doin Em The worst way

I let her suck me cause the bitch Was looking thirsty

Sending bullets to the opps Like Patrick

X the nigga out quick

Like Chadwick

Pass a hoe to my nigga

Like magic

Open fire onna nigga thats tragic

No lacking

Im taxing

These niggas

For Ransom

These hoes love me real bad Cause I'm handsome

Put a pole on a nigga

Now he dancing

Everybody claim they stepping Till They pressed by a killer

A nigga try to take sum

Don't stress pull da trigger

I been tryna bake sum

Give a fuck bout a nigga

Can't keep her hands to Herself

She steady tuggin on my zipper

She see da bands on da shelf

She Tryna drink up all my liquor

I had to show off

I know That baby girl a picker

Shawty make her legs work Don't get tired like a kicker Steady diggin in her guts

I say dis dick right here a ripper

We sippin pina colada I'm tryna Fuck dis lil model

We drinkin straight out

The bottle

Say baby girl don't stop

I put it in and she holla know I'm A Dog wit no collar

Know anytime that I call her she Gone pull up to the drop

WHAT

Peter piper picked a peck of Pickled peppers

Stomp a nigga in some ones These my damn lemon Steppers

How the fuck you never

Shot a Gun

But you a body repper

And His girl think I'm fun

She telling me

I treat her Body better

I been on a grind for a While Cause I ain't goin Back broke

Mile away take his head off Sniper black scope

A nigga swearing

He gone touch me

When he see me bad joke

Kick the door

While his family eating

Made his ass choke

Better kill em if u want me Took In what the bag spoke

Ain't goin tit for tat wit Niggas Glocky playin tag Poke

Hit his lungs coughing Blood Like he sniffing that Coke

I'm in the front and my Brother Coming through

The back door

And just as you can get this beat As fast as it goes