Serena

Yeah

Still in the trenches for certain

Shawty she want her a bag for real

I think she want her a Birkin

I feel like Nadal when I'm serving

I'm speeding it up no reversing

Keeping it hot like a furnace

I told my Brodie, she bad then we swerving

I gotta Skrr it

I Skrr it, I Skrr it

I Skrr it, I Skrr

Gave my Youngen the Word, told him learn it

I feel like Serena, I up it and serve it

I dive in that word

I came out different person

Be yourself boy you don't want to be me

Road that I been on ain't easy

Check out the soul now it's brighter then VV'S

My bro got them LV shades on, can you see me?

I be walking by faith like I'm Stevie

Elohim in the boy, He won't leave me

I gotta dodge her she badder then Rhi Rhi

Sin you ain't spinning the block

We ain't going round and around

The boy ain't a CD

Holy Spirt inside the kid

I be feeling all kind of big

Word on me, yeah I step out with it

Ahh, yeah

Still in the trenches for certain

Shawty she want her a bag for real

I think she want her a Birkin

I feel like Nadal when I'm serving

I'm speeding it up no reversing

Keeping it hot like a furnace

I told my Brodie, she bad then we swerving

I gotta Skrr it

I Skrr it, I Skrr it

I Skrr it, I Skrr

She wants a bag then she needs her own purse

She better know I'm not spending a dime

You ain't my wife, then you better learn

I'm not entertaining your silly vibes

Yeah I've been jugging I've been in the studio

Fill my cup I ain't talking no Julio

If we're working you know it's legit

Call it Simone I'm making it flip

Beating the red light inside the whip

Going to west we're making that trip

Foot on the gas we're making it rip

Ahh yeah, ahh yeah

I'm on knees then I'm going up high

Along with my prayers, He know what I'm saying

I'm sitting, I'm waiting,

All in the night

Scores not even got extra time

I pattern and pray

Yeah I pattern and pray

You know what I'm saying

Hmm, in my own my lane

Drip might think that it's rain

Too many days of handling pain

No longer I carry this weight

JC really pattern my faith

Forever I'll live for the Ancient of Days

Ahh yeah

Still in the trenches for certain

Shawty she want her a bag for real

I think she want her a Birkin

I feel like Nadal when I'm serving

I'm speeding it up no reversing

Keeping it hot like a furnace

I told my Brodie, she bad then we swerving

I gotta Skrr it

I Skrr it, I Skrr it

I Skrr it, I Skrr