Serial Lyrics

Ay, ay, ay

Rubbin' off the paint, Smokin' dank, good food on my plate

Scratch the serial number, cause I can't just leave a trace

Gave your blood to my hounds, I think they like the fuckin' taste

Bitches wantin' to get wet, so I make em' walk the fuckin' plank

Sad cause I left them pale-faced, uh, Countin' down your days

Pyromanic heaven sender, The way his house went up in flames

Flames, flames, flames, out my barrel, lit em' in a blaze

Wait, wait, wait, wait, his last words on his grave

Oh, bitch, I got the hoes, wanna sex

You make the hoes fuckin' run away

Somebody come pick your fuckin' mans up

He kneelin' on the ground with his hands up

Yeah, I'ma roll this other one, my bitch is a one of one

Hell yeah, I find this fun, don't discipline, bitch I wave my gun

Hold my drink cuz' I need to do some, Hold your breath, please don't be this dumb

Hell yeah, finna steal your bitch, Make her gulp that shit and give you a new son pussy

Rubbin' off the paint, smokin' dank, good food on my plate

Scratched the serial number, cause I can't just leave a trace

Gave your blood to my hounds, I think they like the fuckin' taste

Bitches wantin' to get wet, so I make em' walk the fuckin' plank

Ayy, ski mask on, disguise, like I'm Perry

Matte black Mustang, ride around Katy Perry, uh

Shot in the dome, but it was necessary

Heart attack, made him bleed, uh, uh, coronary

Pronounced dead, cemetery, Pronounced lead, dictionary

Force fed dirty water, gave your dumb ass dysentery

Sixty ton tank, uh, strapped up, military

Ain't no loss on my record, they must call me legendary

I ain't gotta do shit, bitch, I got a secretary, uh

Bitch, you is nothin, you is fuckin' secondary, uh

Pussy sit down, stay there, sedentary

Take the motherfuckin' leap, cause you odd like February

Bitch, I'll slice you up, uh, lock you in a cell

Spill your guts, started turnin' green, made you look like Cell, uh

Treat you like a fish, and I'm takin' off your scales

Peel you back, like I'm leather face, got your fuckin' pelt bitch

Rubbin' off the paint, smokin' dank, good food on my plate

Scratch the serial number, cause I can't just leave a trace

I gave your blood to my hounds, I think they like the fuckin' taste

Bitches wantin' to get wet so I make them walk the fuckin' plank

Rubbin' off the paint, smokin' dank, good food on my plate

Scratch the serial number, cause I can't just leave a trace

I gave your blood to my hounds, I think they like the fuckin' taste

Bitches wantin' to get wet so I make them walk the fuckin' plank