Mr. Serv-On - Fuck You Serv lyrics

You know you done fucked up right?

I got yo hoe.

I'm yo bitch nigga?

aight.

(3X)

Back up off me, back up off me

when I step in this bitch I wanna hear you scream

Verse 1:

Nigga hoe this

Nigga what? Nigga bitch that In fact

Bigga I ain't yo' motherfuckin hoe or yo' motherfuckin bitch

Betta yet let's sit where all the motherfuckin killers sit

So I can get in the middle; get rowdy push and shove

Nigga where the fuck I come from, we call it love

Nigga I'll never be caught in the back

nigga that's where all the pretty muthafuckaz be sittin at

You know the bitches that's scared to bust back

I fuck wit drug dealers, nigga cap pealers

If I come to yo' town and you ain't got one

I'ma leave wit a million motherfuckin killers

Tank soldiers, marchin, shit talkin

If you want me to holla at ya dawg nigga start fuckin barkin (barking)

If you bustas bust first, and I bag shit

or see a nigga with his hoe and you still talkin

bitch you came to the right clique

I'm the type of nigga I don't fuck wit retaliation

Nigga I'll step in this bitch and I'll start a pistol whippin session

Ya heard me?

Chorus:

Rowdy is the fuck nigga

bout it is the fuck nigga

So what the fuck you said?

Fuck you Serv!

(repeat 3 times)

Back up off me, back up off me

when I step in this bitch I wanna hear you scream

(repeat 3 more times)

Verse 2:

I said I'm with No Limit and y'all niggaz hate me

I fuck wit the hoez y'all wanna fuck and y'all niggaz sit

around like some bitches and talk about me

I fuck the hoes y'all love to fuck, now you ain't know that

Go head nigga dont be like no bitch nigga

come on now talk about me; I'm a War nigga, battle ready

I'll step in the motherfuckin ring nigga

You bad as fuck come on and test me

Cutthroat drug dealer from St. Louis to Miami accept me

Why the fuck y'all from the same place

and why the fuck y'all gon' sweat me?

His daddy's car, his daddy's house

I know some pregnant hoes who got some better shit to talk about

Big Vi's told me killers don't talk

They just put 15 albums in the top 25 and every fuckin music shop

And now I'm bout to add mines

And I can see it in your heart you fuckin hate my kind

Cause I fuck wit the pound, cause I'm wit No Limit

Cause I sell more records on yo' block than you did in yo' town

You best to be leavin nigga don't be mad, ease up clown

Nigga dont make me lay it fuckin down!

Chorus: repeat until fade