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Serving Dat Pack
Dagye
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(Gyro)
Hear me out, hear me out
Hear me out, hear me out
Hear me out
I be on Patron, nigga
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that crack, serving that plaque
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that pack, serving that crack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that pack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
When it comes to the paper, let's get it
Say my vow to the gang, I'm committed
And you know I been serving that midget
And you know they pay high for the ticket
Take a dive in the pool and it's slippery
And she don't even speak, we just lip read
That's my favourite ho-ho and she's trained to go-go
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that crack, serving that plaque
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that pack, serving that crack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah
Serving that pack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back (chyeah)
Uh, niggas think they're gang, think they're part of the clan (hmm)
Must be taking Xans if you think you're a man (dickhead)
Star Wars ting when I pull up with the sword like Obi-Wan (chyeah)
Saying my name all day but ain't blowing no wind, you must be a fan (brr)
You must not think I can get you whacked for 50 pound but I can (dickhead)
Eminem ting, eight miles in the tank, getting followed by a Stan (trust)
I put the fashion aside, I put the shank in the Dagye jeans (huh?)
You must not know about me, homicide ting if you're trolling me
Jesus Christ, with gyal on her knees (chyeah)
Real ice man, I'ma make 'em freeze (chyeah, stop-stop)
Can't run no game on me (dickhead)
And I can't be on that KSI, Sideman type of steeze (huh?)
Anything I get, I keep (chyeah)
Any disrespect, I peep
I been spending my time with a freak
I can't talk to a bird, like parrot (chyeah)
I can't say that word like faggot ('low it)
I'm plugged in with the Kurds and Arabs
I can't make no P's off talent
I come through on my ting, man can't call me Dennis or Aaron (can't)
I command my shooter, if the ting jams
Then go on and stab 'em (chyeah)
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Serving that crack, serving that plaque
I just been blowing her back, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Serving that pack, serving that crack
I just been blowing her back, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Serving that crack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Serving that pack, serving that pack
I just been blowing her back, yeah (hey)
I just been blowing her back, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I just been blowing her back, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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