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(feat. Yung Joc & Gorilla Zoe) [Chorus:] Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways [Verse 1: Yung Joc] Heard a lot of niggas got a lot to say Save ya breath or state ya case Speak yo mind and be on your way Cause I ain't got time for the games you play Every nigga in my squad gotta strap Grind heard to put the block on the map Ya CD ain't sellin, and the people ain't yellin I'm telling you I'm goin back hard in the trap Hustlenomics all I know, flip that money stack that dough Think it's funny slap that hoe - take his money tax that hoe Yeah I said I'll say it again when I play, I play it to win Choppa, chop off all ya limbs - Doc it ain't no savin him [Chorus:] Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade SongtexteBustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways [Verse 2: Trae] Niggas mad but I'm here for the crown All mark ass niggas better lay the fuck down Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets You don't wanna go there nigga sit the fuck down Boys get low every time I get round If I take it to the hood you'll never get found When I come out with the K, everybody better pray When I bust you can hear it from the other side of town Get a few of these, runnin at you like fans All fly ass niggas get dropped to the land Then I gotta few goons on stand for a grand I'm a asshole sittin with a nice set of hands G for real I put the H on that Talk shit bitch I'm a get a case on that Fuck rap I done put 'em in they place on that I'm the certified truth goin off on the track [Chorus:] Serve them birds, tote K's - Chevrolets on top of blades All of us got throwaways, bustin out the Escalade Bustin out the Escalade, bus - bustin out the Escalade Bustin out the Escalade, all of us got throwaways [Gorilla Zoe:] Fuck with a nigga like me get ya whole head bust Cock back and bust, I stay strapped cause I love that rush Hollow points flip and they bust yo guts(nigga) Head on the pillow, you in a coffin Momma she cryin, yo kids they orphans Ain't no shells cause nigga we fought 'em I'm that problem you can't solve 'em Cook 'em, chop 'em, serve 'em, shop 'em We go broke my nigga we robbin Eat what we can, while ya'll play possum Shop with ya boy my products awesome We stay strapped one five carbon Eighteen flat and it ain't no bargain Got that work so I up my margain It's a drought so yeah I charge 'em [Chorus: till End] Aus Songtexte Mania