Shoreline Mafia – Serve A Boat Lyrics

“Referred to as its street name: purple drank, dirty Sprite, sizzurp or lean, this medicinal mixture blowing up in videos posted online isn’t curing a cough. Instead, young people are using it to get high”

Serve a boat, no the telly do not float
1K xanny bars and I bet they gon’ go
Set up shop and I open up the store
Come and shop with a nigga know I got you for the low

Real trap nigga, trap niggas know
Bitch I’m at the bank, that’s my favorite store
And I want the Quali, my favorite pour
Got your bitch on the speed dial, that’s my favorite ho
She gon’ give my niggas fellatio
Nothin’ but top, she a thot, he a opp
We don’t box, we send shots for the cops
For the 12, he gon’ tell
I can serve you a brick and a bale
She be touchin’ on my dick like it’s some braille
You Stevie Wonder boy, you act like you can’t tell
I fucked her right, send her back like some mail
And I’m up to par, I’m slower than a snail
When Tony got locked, my nigga he made bail
We talkin’ money shit, and we talk it well
I fucked all on your bitch, and she do not tell
I just vacuum zip the shit, it do not smell
And I serve that shit, I send it through the mail
I just vacuum zip the shit, it do not smell
And I serve that shit, I sent it through the mail

Serve a boat, no the telly do not float
1K xanny bars and I bet they gon’ go
Set up shop and I open up the store
Come and shop with a nigga know I got you for the low

Ayy bitch you know I’m in here with the gang
And it ain’t gon’ change, it ain’t gon’ change, it ain’t gon’ change, it ain’t gon’ change
Everyday I’m out here lookin’ for a stain
Better watch your chain, matter fact your name
I run it up and don’t complain
All this damn finessin’ weighing on my brain (fuck)
My head hurt, I’m fuckin’ up, put that on God, I feel insane
All you niggas fuckin’ up, I swear to God we not the same
I pull up in Uber trucks, and bitch the hottest in LA
You niggas forever late, catch up, woah
Them niggas that’s in the back, that’s us
Shawty said she want me back, that sucks
I can’t love a punk lil bitch, I’m married to these bucks

Serve a boat, no the telly do not float
1K xanny bars and I bet they gon’ go
Set up shop and I open up the store
Come and shop with a nigga know I got you for the low
Real trap nigga, trap niggas know
Bitch I’m at the bank, that’s my favorite store
And I want the Quali, my favorite pour
Got your bitch on the speed dial, that’s my favorite ho

Look, listen
You don’t want no drama
Pull them choppers out, I go from Fenix to Osama
Laughin’ at this nigga, fuckin’ on his baby mama
Clappin’ at you niggas, rappin’ not just my persona
He want static, he get shot, not no Pikachu
Got them glizzys, when we pop up I’m like peek-a-boo
Walk up in the trap, you can smell the dope cookin’
Niggas jealous when they see me, ’cause they ho lookin’
Can’t work your move on none my niggas, swear we so crooked
And all that shit you talkin’, that gon’ get your soul tooken
Niggas talkin’ this and that, but they ain’t known a thing
This ain’t liquor baby girl, I’m on Promethazine

Serve a boat, no the telly do not float
1K xanny bars and I bet they gon’ go
Set up shop and I open up the store
Come and shop with a nigga know I got you for the low

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