Serving Dat Pack!

[Intro: Dagye]

Gyro

Hear me out

Hear me out

Hear me out

Hear me out

I be on Patron, nigga

[Chorus: Dagye]

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that crack, serving that plaque

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that pack, serving that crack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that pack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

[Verse 1: Dagye]

When it comes to the paper, let's get it

Say my vow to the gang, I'm committed

And you know I been serving that midget

And you know they pay high for the ticket

Take a dive in the pool and it's slippery

And she don't even speak, we just lip read

That's my favourite ho-ho and she's trained to go-go

[Chorus: Dagye & Lancey Foux]

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that crack, serving that plaque

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that pack, serving that crack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah

Serving that pack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah (Chyeah)

[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]

Uh

Niggas think they're gang, think they're part of the clan (Hmm)

Must be taking xans if you think you're a man (Dickhead)

Star Wars ting when I pull up with the sword like Obi-Wan (Chyeah)

Saying my name all day but ain't blowing no wind, you must be a fan (Brr)

You must not think I can get you whacked for fifty pound but I can (Dickhead)

Eminem ting, eight miles in the tank getting followed by a Stan (Trust)

I put the fashion aside, I put the shank in the Dagye jeans (Huh?)

You must not know about me, homicide ting if you're trolling me

Jesus Christ, with gyal on her knees (Chyeah)

Real ice man, I'ma make 'em freeze (Chyeah, stop-stop)

Can't run no game on me (Dickhead)

And I can't be on that KSI, Sideman type of steeze (Huh?)

Anything I get, I keep (Chyeah)

Any disrespect, I peep

I been spending my time giving freak

I can't talk to a bird, like parrot (Chyeah)

I can't say that word like faggot ('Low it)

I'm plugged in with the Kurds and Arabs

I can't make no P's off talent

I come through on my ting, man can't call me Dennis or Aaron (Can't)

I command my shooter, if the ting jams then go on and stab 'em (Chyeah)

[Chorus: Dagye & Lancey Foux]

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Serving that crack, serving that plaque

I just been blowing her back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Serving that pack, serving that crack

I just been blowing her back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Serving that crack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Serving that pack, serving that pack

I just been blowing her back, yeah (Hey)

[Outro: Lancey Foux]

I just been blowing her back, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

I just been blowing her back, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah