ACCORDINGLY ft. Lild3l & Rackzgabe Lyrics

I had to serve the pounds accordingly Almost had to beat my plug ass, I think he

Shorted me Know I keep the pistol on me, Glock 43

Fiend wanted a cart, so you know I had to pour the P

Touch my pint of acky , nigga, you startin war with me

Indian nigga in front of me, I think he recordin me

I told the bitch I only got some dick, it ain't no more to me

And I hit the bitch only asking for sex, that's the horny me

Switch it up, they cornered me, they try to back me down

I don't hoop, but I gave the bitch the ball, she tried to back me down

I'm Joeystaxxx so when I walk up in the club, you gotta pat me down

Resist the cops, just like a crazy nigga, they gotta strap me down

I sold my feind some work, then two days later, he had brain cancer

Yup, you gotta watch me, I got brain damage

I knew that was Lil del up in the club, I seen the chains dancin

Glock 23 got that nigga up in the air like he was Space Jamin

Hit up staxxx like the shipment just touched down, I see the plane landing

Rub my hands together on some evil shit like, bitch, I'm game plannin

Lil dawg ain't really on his business cause that nigga fake standin

Get it, cause he ain't standin' on business

Shoot a nigga in his arm with my Glock, this bitch a 19

Give him a shot to his arm like he was sick, he had the 19

That nigga Lil del put Gen 5 to his face, it got a light beam

That nigga freezin' up under pressure, he sweet like ice cream

Kill him like I'm Freddy, then tell his ass to have a nice dream

I popped his top when he was drivin' in his car, he seen the High beams

The last thing lil' baby seen was nut, she need some Vysine

I popped a perk and turned into a dog, so nigga try me

I'm touchin' shit like it was four of me

Lil del and Gabe passin' cups of the trish, I told them morton me

Fuck school, I don't need grammar, the money more importantly

I had to serve the pounds accordingly

Almost had to beat my plug ass, I think he shorted me

Know, I keep the pistol on me, Glock 43

Lil del on West, Liddell nigga

Touch my Pint of acky, nigga, you startin' war with me

Feind' wanted the cart, so you know I had to pour the pee

Indian nigga in front of me, I think he recordin me

Lil del on West Liddell nigga

I had to serve the pounds accordingly

I had to serve the pounds accordingly

Lil del on West Liddell nigga

I had to serve the pounds accordingly