Lil' Larry - You Got Served (feat. Hbsc Kiid)

Mr. Potato on the barrel
Knock his head off
Ran off on the plug
I just Skirt off
In the pussy beat it up
Just like a jerk off
I like her body bitch thicker Than a curveball
I fucked a lot of bad bitches
Scott Disick
I aim a butter at yo dome Just Like a biscuit
And have yo whole damn
Pancake missing
The bitch left I know the
Goofy bitch miss me
I fucked his bitch
and then I Laid on her tity
Gave him pampers cause i Know The nigga shitty
Pop a perc I'm out my body
Now I'm litty
Bringing drakes to the Burbs Like Drizzy
If we spinning niggas block Then they dizzy
I gotta opp that nigga fatter Then Lizzy
Took his bitch
Don't call her Phone
She was busy
Then i gotta Got a Newer bitch Like jimmy

I get busy with the tools
Handy manny
I got sum bitches out in Texas Like sandy

Fucked the bitch man i know She cant stand me
We aint kin niggas
Know we ain't family
Chopper DDT a nigga like Randy
Gift wrapping all the opps
On they birthday
Niggas try me then I'm doin Em The worst way
I let her suck me cause the bitch Was looking thirsty

Sending bullets to the opps Like Patrick
X the nigga out quick
Like Chadwick
Pass a hoe to my nigga
Like magic
Open fire onna nigga thats tragic
No lacking
Im taxing
These niggas
For Ransom
These hoes love me real bad Cause I'm handsome
Put a pole on a nigga
Now he dancing

Everybody claim they stepping Till They pressed by a killer
A nigga try to take sum
Don't stress pull da trigger
I been tryna bake sum
Give a fuck bout a nigga
Can't keep her hands to Herself
She steady tuggin on my zipper
She see da bands on da shelf
She Tryna drink up all my liquor
I had to show off
I know That baby girl a picker
Shawty make her legs work Don't get tired like a kicker Steady diggin in her guts
I say dis dick right here a ripper

We sippin pina colada I'm tryna Fuck dis lil model
We drinkin straight out
The bottle
Say baby girl don't stop
I put it in and she holla know I'm A Dog wit no collar
Know anytime that I call her she Gone pull up to the drop

WHAT

Peter piper picked a peck of Pickled peppers
Stomp a nigga in some ones These my damn lemon Steppers
How the fuck you never
Shot a Gun
But you a body repper
And His girl think I'm fun
She telling me
I treat her Body better

I been on a grind for a While Cause I ain't goin Back broke
Mile away take his head off Sniper black scope
A nigga swearing
He gone touch me
When he see me bad joke
Kick the door
While his family eating
Made his ass choke
Better kill em if u want me Took In what the bag spoke
Ain't goin tit for tat wit Niggas Glocky playin tag Poke
Hit his lungs coughing Blood Like he sniffing that Coke
I'm in the front and my Brother Coming through
The back door
And just as you can get this beat As fast as it goes

Written by:
Larry Holden Jr

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