Lil' Wyte - Slang 'n' Serve lyrics

(x7) ATL n***az(them boys wild) Im on a neva endin money mission,million dolla premanition got my own coalition,pack my own ammunition 20's on tha lexus glisten im driven the mob like hella n***as want me murdad but cant do the job right raise a blaze A.K.s if this be who i carryin k**in for a hobby like a midevel barbarian when will tha disater stop, now a n***a pa** tha glock illustrated k**in live and comin like his Magnavox now i gottem hot from tha platinum with tha black on lock set up shop with over fifty thousand dollaz worth of rocks ammunition co*ked prepared pop ill even shoot at cops stash away the heat and then retreat of in my drop top mind your own bussines or the ghetto make your clock stop 187 from the wesson get your f**in block mopped you wont have to tangle wit it hypnotized in suprise careful makin money off this sh** to stay the f** alive CHORUS x4 come smoke some herb with me (them boyz wild) come flip a bird with me (them boyz wild) step on the curb with me (them boyz wild) come slang and serve with me (them boyz wild) i only f** with real n***az all tha haterz can burn in hell if you aint affiliated dont come wit packs to sell our check up is hustlin is bubblin stacks of mail situations turn sour robbers will blast and bail when i hit the block im seein chains driven insane crunkin in my town with some hell of a ounces of cane. ATL n***az blowin brains simple and plain sippin golden grain makin stains inflictin the pain smoke can get to the livin room if the fedz are clueless we the ones who keep the city crunkin wit engine fluid hypnotized n***az ridin vets sippin moet strapped up with a vest and giant techs to lower the stress 51 n***az got my back so neva the less ima get this centa off my chest and smoke on the ses puttin b**hes on the track witness the pimpin in flesh solid as the rock for adversries who wishin to test CHORUS my scandalous recipe make n***az be scared of me infested with trechery dont try to get next to me your life is in jeopardy when f**in with family we turnin psychotic fools in all of our insanity rankin off the greenery releasin the steam in me keep me from the weapons ill be f**in up the scenery you poor bullets like imigrants b**h n***az dont tempt the finch money is the motive let the sentence end my innocents ima let the missle whip ballistic wit hollw tips you wont see me comin keep your fingers on the pistol grip smokelining my enemies give em fearful tendencies you can kiss they life goodbye when T-roc hit the henessey im in it for the presidents luxurious residents hooked up with the camp i been a mercenary eva since Atlanta my stompin grounds ol' national where im found movin bricks and f**in tricks and flippin reefer by the pounds (ATL n***az) x12........