Aye yea
Im in the backseat geeked as hell
Brand new Glock, finna send em' to hell
Smokin' on dope, give a f*ck bout' my health
And Ill never need nobody
I did this shit by myself
All that dissing, we sending some shells
Cop me a pack, nigga right thru zelle
Throw the pack, caught that shit with my hands
Im solo - dolo I ain't having no friends
They don't know what i got up my hands
I been geeked off shrooms' finna pop me a xan
Pop a lil' xan, I'm saying goodnight
Whole lotta guns I'm not trynna fight
And you had the shot, you ain't take my life
Them niggas' pussy, they taking the backroads
I be knowing these niggas' be cap tho
I got bitches, they stay in the back tho
Talk to her once & Im still on her mind
Whole lotta sticks, but you know they ain't mine
Too much Oxy, It feel like I'm flyin'
Try me again boy I swear that they dying
(Awhhh)
(Awhhh)
(Awhhh)
(Yeaa)
(Yeaa - Yoo)
Aye yea
Im in the backseat geeked as hell
Brand new Glock, finna send em' to hell
Smokin' on dope, give a f*ck bout' my health
And Ill never need nobody
I did this shit by myself
All that dissing, we sending some shells
Cop me a pack, nigga right thru zelle
Throw the pack, caught that shit with my hands
Im solo - dolo I ain't having no friends
They don't know what i got up my hands
I been geeked off shrooms' finna pop me a xan
Aye yea
Im in the backseat geeked as hell
Brand new Glock, finna send em' to hell
Smokin' on dope, give a f*ck bout' my health
And Ill never need nobody
I did this shit by myself
All that dissing, we sending some shells
Cop me a pack, nigga right thru zelle
Throw the pack, caught that shit with my hands
Im solo - dolo I ain't having no friends
They don't know what i got up my hands
I been geeked off shrooms' finna pop me a xan
CamServin - Zelle Lyrics
CamServin - Zelle Lyrics
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Aye yea
Im in the backseat geeked as hell
Brand new Glock, finna send em' to hell
Smokin' on dope, give a f*ck bout' my health
And Ill never need nobody
I did this shit by myself
All that dissing, we sending some shells
Cop me a pack, nigga right thru zelle
Throw the pack, caught that shit with my hands
Im solo - dolo I ain't having no friends
They don't know what i got up my hands
I been geeked off shrooms' finna pop me a xan
Pop a lil' xan, I'm saying goodnight
Whole lotta guns I'm not trynna fight
And you had the shot, you ain't take my life
Them niggas' pussy, they taking the backroads
I be knowing these niggas' be cap tho
I got bitches, they stay in the back tho
Talk to her once & Im still on her mind
Whole lotta sticks, but you know they ain't mine
Too much Oxy, It feel like I'm flyin'
Try me again boy I swear that they dying
(Awhhh)
(Awhhh)
(Awhhh)
(Yeaa)
(Yeaa - Yoo)
Aye yea
Im in the backseat geeked as hell
Brand new Glock, finna send em' to hell
Smokin' on dope, give a f*ck bout' my health
And Ill never need nobody
I did this shit by myself
All that dissing, we sending some shells
Cop me a pack, nigga right thru zelle
Throw the pack, caught that shit with my hands
Im solo - dolo I ain't having no friends
They don't know what i got up my hands
I been geeked off shrooms' finna pop me a xan
Aye yea
Im in the backseat geeked as hell
Brand new Glock, finna send em' to hell
Smokin' on dope, give a f*ck bout' my health
And Ill never need nobody
I did this shit by myself
All that dissing, we sending some shells
Cop me a pack, nigga right thru zelle
Throw the pack, caught that shit with my hands
Im solo - dolo I ain't having no friends
They don't know what i got up my hands
I been geeked off shrooms' finna pop me a xan
Im in the backseat geeked as hell
Brand new Glock, finna send em' to hell
Smokin' on dope, give a f*ck bout' my health
And Ill never need nobody
I did this shit by myself
All that dissing, we sending some shells
Cop me a pack, nigga right thru zelle
Throw the pack, caught that shit with my hands
Im solo - dolo I ain't having no friends
They don't know what i got up my hands
I been geeked off shrooms' finna pop me a xan
Pop a lil' xan, I'm saying goodnight
Whole lotta guns I'm not trynna fight
And you had the shot, you ain't take my life
Them niggas' pussy, they taking the backroads
I be knowing these niggas' be cap tho
I got bitches, they stay in the back tho
Talk to her once & Im still on her mind
Whole lotta sticks, but you know they ain't mine
Too much Oxy, It feel like I'm flyin'
Try me again boy I swear that they dying
(Awhhh)
(Awhhh)
(Awhhh)
(Yeaa)
(Yeaa - Yoo)
Aye yea
Im in the backseat geeked as hell
Brand new Glock, finna send em' to hell
Smokin' on dope, give a f*ck bout' my health
And Ill never need nobody
I did this shit by myself
All that dissing, we sending some shells
Cop me a pack, nigga right thru zelle
Throw the pack, caught that shit with my hands
Im solo - dolo I ain't having no friends
They don't know what i got up my hands
I been geeked off shrooms' finna pop me a xan
Aye yea
Im in the backseat geeked as hell
Brand new Glock, finna send em' to hell
Smokin' on dope, give a f*ck bout' my health
And Ill never need nobody
I did this shit by myself
All that dissing, we sending some shells
Cop me a pack, nigga right thru zelle
Throw the pack, caught that shit with my hands
Im solo - dolo I ain't having no friends
They don't know what i got up my hands
I been geeked off shrooms' finna pop me a xan
Writer: Cam Servin
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