Servo (Huskii X Sknow)

Ay, ay, fuckin' oath Ay, fuckin' oath Ay, ay, ay I'm still rackin' Polo and Tommy Still fuck your ho with no dommy Still droppin' O's off in Commies Still rep the Gong, people round here they know I ain't from here Still 201 til the death for my donnies Still got the bricks even tho I ain't on it Still rep the squad like they wanted Never forget where I come from, I promise Mangerton, 2-5-double-0 Who dialed up the phone? Blue lights, triple 0 People line up and go Pilin' fits on the road Havin' fits on the road Havin' kids and leave 'em rogue Soup kitchen for the rows Thirteen, watch 'em blow Sellin' sticks tryna blow Sixteen, I got some blow Sellin' bricks on the low Brother told me keep it low I was tryna sleep with hoes Cops got me with a load Done jail never told Come back writin' raps Fuck, this trappin's gettin' old But these packets gettin' sold I've been stackin' for a home Fuck your album goin' gold Sometimes I lose control But this rappin's in my soul But this trappin's in my genes Keep pushin', never fold Box slasher in my jeans Piece in the Louis V I've been tryna keep the peace But these people tryna beef I got my beef with police Too many Z's in a bag, but I still don't ever get to sleep I gotta go see a man 'bout a dog If I don't step on the sand, then you'll drop Lil Sknow be makin' his bands offa rock Ran outta foil so we ran to the shop Ran outta foil, we ran to the servo Late night, everything else shut Ran from the plug but he ain't say a word tho Ran up on him and I said "What's up?" Trappin' ain't dead, I got bricks for sale Two phones in my pocket, I've been in the hail Got cha bitch givin' top coz I paid for nails I don't know how to stop, I got chips for mail Bitches that flip, they don't needa be ticked They fiend for my dick like they needed a pip Eatin' my bricks while I'm heatin' her mix Lil Sknow bust a nut, then I'm freezin' her tits I remember cold days eatin' frozen bread Tryna get on all day just to hold my head I don't wanna get baked if you're smokin' death If you wanna get paid you can owe me debt I don't know about names, they go over head Just another cold case over stolen threads Sold regrets for bets, now I'm stoned again Holdin' gems, I don't know how to hold a pen What the fuck's up? Middle fingers up, cunt Packin' a bag in the lobby, it's full of drugs but Smashin' my lungs full of buds and stackin' up funds Mate's got cash in a safe he hasn't touched once 201, cunt My mate's got cash in a safe he hasn't touched once 201, cunt! I gotta go see a man 'bout a dog If I don't step on the sand, then you'll drop Huskii be makin' his bands offa rock Ran outta foil, we ran to the shop Ran outta foil so we ran to the servo Late night, everything else shut Ran from the plug but he ain't say a word tho Ran up on him and I said "What's up?"