Servin
BiC Fizzle Lyrics

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(Damn, Dot, you did it again)

Sinner, I put your ho' in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho' 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December was broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these niggas

I'm strapped with that pistol, don't fuck with me, nigga
Lil' cuh mixin' codeine with his liquor
We know he'll say she step on a nigga

Boss, know how to take me a loss
For that body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get 'em lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet list breakin' this shit, it leave circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous and clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'

High as fuck, geeked up, constantly swervin'
Big-ass chopstick, I'm ridin' dirty
Studio hard through the week, no rest and no sleep
Then trap out the spot, I don't deserve that
Know she a GOAT, back then would've curved me, wanna fuck
'Cause I'm up holy, give her some clarity
You see the 1017, my jersey
I'm switchin' models, so them bitches won't lure me

I make her jump out her panties
Guarantee baby like something, you meant it
So much money, I make a bitch panic
Young nigga bank account cents, I get it, woo
I'm out the roof in a Wraith in Miami
Backwood stuck to the face bum baddie
Phone ding-ding, soon as I had landed
That money keep callin', I'm steady expanding

Sinner, I put your ho' in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho' 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December was broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these niggas
I'm strapped with that pistol, don't fuck with me, nigga
Lil' cuh mixin' codeine with his liquor
We know he'll say she step on a nigga

Boss, know how to take me a loss
For that body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get 'em lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
Sweet list breakin' this shit, it leave circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous and clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'

Wrist on icy, neck too pricey
Hatin', but they really want to be just like me
Freak ho', she ain't really come with no guidance
Front row, shorty give me head when I'm drivin'
Hellcat and it's a demon inside her
My heart in the trenches, that's where I recite it
Straight to the top where a young nigga glidin'
Been 1K 4L, 'fore Wop came and got me

Switch, now I'm up, niggas wanna come 'round me
Gotta question your loyalty, why you around me?
Reach for my neck, now your head got a bounty
Really turnt up on everybody who doubted me
I know you see all these shooters around me
Chase me a sack down, like I was clownin'
Break out them racks on a bitch
Cartier glist'
I got the whole hood bouncin'

Sinner, I put your ho' in a blender
I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
He beat on his ho' 'cause I hear that he tender
Last December was broke in the winter
Found me a win, turnt up on these niggas
I'm strapped with that pistol, don't fuck with me, nigga
Lil' cuh mixin' codeine with his liquor
We know he'll say she step on a nigga

Boss, know how to take me a loss
For that body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I throw the cross, get 'em lost in the sauce
He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder

Sweet list breakin' this shit, it leave circles
I got a purpose, that why I be nervous and clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'

Overall Meaning

The song "Servin" by BiC Fizzle is a typical rap song showcasing his bravado, wealth and success through lyrics about drugs, guns, women and money. The first verse portrays the artist's dominance over other men and his ability to take their women. The second verse is about making money, growing rich and keeping oneself safe while serving drugs. The chorus insists on the idea of serving while being strapped with a gun for protection. The bridge talks about the rapper's success with money, women and cars.

The lyrics in the song are very raw and explicit, portraying the dark side of hip hop life. They focus on drugs, violence and sex rather than on meaningful messages or poetic verses. The song's explicit content has received criticism for promoting violence and glorifying drug dealing.

Overall, the song seems to be aimed at depicting the stereotypical image of a successful rapper in the current hip hop scene. It's a portrayal of the rapper's lifestyle and the struggle they went through to achieve success in the music industry.

Line by Line Meaning

(Let me ask you something)
I want to ask you a question

(Damn, Dot, you did it again)
Acknowledging how good someone is at what they do

Sinner, I put your ho' in a blender
Bringing harm to someone's partner

I'm pressure, baby, come fuck with a winner
I'm confident and successful, come spend time with me

He beat on his ho' 'cause I hear that he tender
He's physically abusive to his partner as he's emotionally weak

Last December was broke in the winter
Last December, I didn't have any money and it was cold outside

Found me a win, turnt up on these niggas
I found success and now I'm having a great time flaunting it

I'm strapped with that pistol, don't fuck with me, nigga
I'm carrying a gun for protection, don't mess with me

Lil' cuh mixin' codeine with his liquor
A young guy mixing prescription cough syrup with alcohol

We know he'll say she step on a nigga
We know he'll lie and claim someone did something they didn't do

Boss, know how to take me a loss
As a boss, I know how to handle a loss

For that body I pay, I don't care what it cost
I'm willing to spend any amount of money for what I want

I throw the cross, get 'em lost in the sauce
I confound and confuse people

He ain't from where I'm from, he don't walk how I walk
He's not familiar with my background or lifestyle

Talk how I talk, he don't know about murder
He can't talk like me because he doesn't know anything about killing

Sweet list breakin' this shit, it leave circles
A specific type of drug mixture leads to harmful side effects

I got a purpose, that why I be nervous and clutchin' my .30 whenever I'm servin'
I have a job to do that makes me anxious, so I always carry a weapon

High as fuck, geeked up, constantly swervin'
I'm very intoxicated and struggling to control my vehicle

Big-ass chopstick, I'm ridin' dirty
I have a large gun with me while driving with illegal substances in the car

Studio hard through the week, no rest and no sleep
I work nonstop in the studio all week without sleeping or resting

Then trap out the spot, I don't deserve that
After working hard in the studio, I go to sell drugs, which I don't think I deserve

Know she a GOAT, back then would've curved me, wanna fuck
I know she's the Greatest Of All Time and in the past, she wouldn't have given me attention, but now wants to sleep with me

'Cause I'm up holy, give her some clarity
I'm wealthy now, so I provide her some understanding of her life

You see the 1017, my jersey
I proudly represent my record label, 1017, like it's my team

I'm switchin' models, so them bitches won't lure me
I continuously change sexual partners so I don't get attached to one

I make her jump out her panties
I'm so good in bed that the woman can't control herself

Guarantee baby like something, you meant it
The woman I'm with will definitely enjoy herself sexually

So much money, I make a bitch panic
I make women around me so nervous because of my wealth

Young nigga bank account cents, I get it, woo
I'm young, but my bank account has a lot of money in it

I'm out the roof in a Wraith in Miami
I'm driving a luxurious Wraith car with the roof down in Miami

Backwood stuck to the face bum baddie
I'm smoking a blunt while admiring an attractive person

Phone ding-ding, soon as I had landed
My phone started ringing as soon as I arrived

That money keep callin', I'm steady expanding
The more money I make, the more opportunities I have to grow

Wrist on icy, neck too pricey
My wrist and neck are covered in expensive jewelry

Hatin', but they really want to be just like me
People are jealous of me, despite secretly wanting to be like me

Freak ho', she ain't really come with no guidance
The person I'm with is very sexually adventurous without much instruction

Front row, shorty give me head when I'm drivin'
The woman I'm with performs oral sex while I'm driving

Hellcat and it's a demon inside her
I'm driving a fast and powerful car with a matching personality

My heart in the trenches, that's where I recite it
I'm loyal to where I came from and include it in my music

Straight to the top where a young nigga glidin'
I'm quickly moving towards success

Been 1K 4L, 'fore Wop came and got me
I've been with my gang for a long time before joining Gucci Mane's record label

Switch, now I'm up, niggas wanna come 'round me
After achieving success, people want to spend time with me

Gotta question your loyalty, why you around me?
I'm skeptical of people's intentions and wonder why they are in my circle

Reach for my neck, now your head got a bounty
If someone tries to harm me, they will face serious consequences

Really turnt up on everybody who doubted me
I'm extremely excited to prove everyone who didn't believe in me wrong

I know you see all these shooters around me
I have a lot of aggressive people around me who will do anything to protect me

Chase me a sack down, like I was clownin'
I energetically chased after money like it was a game

Break out them racks on a bitch
I'm spending money on someone to impress them

Cartier glist'
I'm wearing expensive Cartier jewelry

I got the whole hood bouncin'
Everyone in my neighborhood is excited about me and my music

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