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Servin
79.938
Hip-Hop/Rap
Servin foi lançado em 27 de janeiro de 2023 por 1017/Atlantic como parte do álbum Clark Street Baby
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Data de lançamento27 de janeiro de 2023
Selo1017/Atlantic
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM67

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
BiC Fizzle
BiC Fizzle
Vocais
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Jeremiah Northern
Jeremiah Northern
Composição
Tyrek Britt
Tyrek Britt
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Engenharia de masterização (assistente)
Kayla Holland
Kayla Holland
Engenharia de masterização (assistente)
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Engenharia (masterização)
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Engenharia (mixagem)
Dot
Dot
Produção

Letra

[Verse 1]
Sinner, I put your ho in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December, we're broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these ****
I'm strapped with that pill, so don't fuck with me, ****
Look here, mix codeine with liquor
With no hesitation, she step on a ****
Boss know how to take me a loss
For their body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get him lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet release, breakin' this shit, it leaves circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous
And clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'
[Verse 2]
High, full geeked up, constantly swerving
Big ass chopstick, I'm ridin' dirty
Studio hard through the week, no rest and no sleep
Then trap out the spot, I don't deserve that
Know, she a G.O.A.T., back then wouldn't curb me on the four
'Cause I'm up holy, give her some clarity
You see the one-on-one on save my jersey
I'm switchin' modes so those them bitches won't lure me
[Verse 3]
I make her jump out of panties
Guarantee baby like something, you mint it
So much money I make a bitch penny
Young **** bank account cents, I get it
I'm out the roof in a Wraith in Miami
Bag was stuck to the fake bum baddie
Phone ding-ding soon as I had landed
Money keep callin' 'em, steady expanding
[Verse 4]
Sinner, I put your ho in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December, we're broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these ****
I'm strapped with that pill, so don't fuck with me, ****
Look here, mix codeine with liquor
With no hesitation, she step on a ****
Boss know how to take me a loss
For their body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get him lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet release, breakin' this shit, it leaves circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous
And clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'
[Verse 5]
Rich, I'm icy, nic too pricey
Hatin' but they really want to be just like me
Freak ho, she ain't really come with no guidance
Front row, shawty give me head when I'm drivin'
Hellcat, and it's a demon inside her
My heart in the trenches, that's where I recite it
Straight to the top where a young **** glidin'
Been 1K for a while before war came and got me
Switch now, more **** wanna come around
Gotta question your loyalty, why you around me
Reach for my neck, now your head got a bounty
Really on tucked up on everybody who doubted me
I know you see all these shooters around me
Chase me a sack down, like I was clownin'
Break out them racks on a bitch
Cartier glitz
I got the whole hood bouncin'
[Verse 6]
Sinner, I put your ho in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December, we're broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these ****
I'm strapped with that pill, so don't fuck with me, ****
Look here, mix codeine with liquor
With no hesitation, she step on a ****
Boss know how to take me a loss
For their body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get him lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet release, breakin' this shit, it leaves circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous
And clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'
Written by: Jeremiah Northern, Tyrek Britt
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