Slang & Serve

(Hook)

ATL niggas (repeated throughout the song)

(Verse 1)

I'm on an everlasting money mission, million dollar premenition

Got my own coalition, pack my own ammunition

20's on the Lexus glisten, I'm driven to mob life

Hella niggas want me murdered, but cant do the job right

Razor blades, Ak's, and ask me do I carry them

Killin for a hobby like a medeival barbarian

Khen will the disaster stop?Never, nigga pass the glock

Illustrated killin live in color like its magnavox

Now I got em hot, from the plot to put the block on lock

Set up shop wit over 50, 000 dollars worth of rocks

Ammunition cocked, prepared to pop, Ill even shoot at cops

Stash away the heat and then retreat off in my drop top

Find yo own bizness, or the gat'll make yo clock stop

187 from the west and get yo fuckin block mopped

You gone have to tangle wit a Hypnotize, get suprised

Good for makin money off the shit to stay the fuck alive.

(Chorus)x4

Come smoke some herb wit me

Come flip a bird wit me

Step on the curb wit me

Come slang n serve wit me.

(Verse 2)

I only fuck wit real niggas, all the haters can burn in hell

If you aint affiliated, dont come wit packs to sell

Object of this hustlin is bubbling stacks of mail

Situations turn sour, rivals'll blast then bail

When I hit the block I'm seein J's, drivin insane

Crunker than Montana wit some anna for ounces of caine

ATL niggas blowin brains, simple and plain

Sippin golden grain, makin stangs, inflictin the pain

Smokin, gettin into it, livin ruthless, the feds are clueless

We the ones who keep the city crunker than engine fluid

Hypnotize niggas ridin vettes, sippin moets

Strapped up wit a vest and giant tecs to lower the stress

51 niggas got my back, so nevertheless

Ima get this anna off my chest and smoke on this cest

Puttin bitches on the track, when its a pimp in the flesh

Solid as a rock for advesaries who wishin to test

Repeat Chorus

(Verse 3)

My scandalous recipe make niggas be scared of me

If there has been treachery dont try to get next to me

Yo life is in jeopardy when fuckin wit family

We turn to psychotic crews and all of our insanity

Break bread off of greenery, releasin the steam in me

Keep me from the weapons, Ill be fuckin up the scenery

Deport bullets like immigrants, bitch niggas dont attempt to flinch

Money is the motive, let my sinning end the innocence

Ima let the missile rip, ballistic wit hollow tips

You wont see me comin, keep yo fingers on the pistol grip

Smoke blindin my enemies, give em fearful tendencies

You can kiss they life goodbye when T-Rock hit the hennesey

I'm in it for the presidents, luxurious residence

Hooked up wit the camp, Ive been a mercerary ever since

Atlanta my stompin grounds, Old National's where I'm found

Moving bricks, and fuckin tricks, and smokin reefer by the pounds!!!

ATL niggas (until fade)