Lauderdale Lou - Saturday Service Lyrics

Time to send a drill, let it off like Sirens
From outta Lauderhill, hail from Broward County
I'm just tryna heal, but I find it challenging
Like I was in the field where half these niggas fouling

Lil mama got on heels, looking like a stallion
But I just want an M, that'll keep em grounded
Shawty say you trim, but I keep on grinding yea
Yaweh sent the bill, but he know I got it

Say I got it chill, why you acting childish
When I get in my feels, say you right beside me
When I ain't in the clear, uon never clown me no
That why I keep it real, & gotta skip the gossip

Other people doubting, So I need you round me
Your loving make me rich, feeling rich like Roddy
I got some bruddas go on drills but you never drown em

But nowadays, I think of my decisions 'fore I'm steppin
& Powerade I'm sipping while I'm getting to this fetti
Them rhymes got me feeling like a villain call him vector
& Yaweh got a nigga raising hell like where the reverend

Been sliding for a minute but it feel like 60 seconds
My dawg in his feelings 'cus he feeling disrespected
Had to tell my brother "chill, tryna go heaven"
Meanwhile let's touch a couple bills, told my mom I'll Zelle it

I used to stay in Lauderhill, but I Lauderdale it
Hold on

I told y'all man ain't even gon hold y'all
This my lil soul call and if you
If you feel it, it's a role call

Don't listen what your friend say, I'm cooling like sensei
I ain't trippin so to speak, tryna just do my BESTEST
But shawty keep her legs shaved,
Skin tone melanin & she sang like Jodeci, kill em with the bare face
She see that I am blessed up so baby I ain't stressing
Yet I slip up knowingly, knowing I'm invested
Big stepper like a stairway, I flip her like a hair page
Long as you can hold a G, you could be my damn H


You could be my damn H,
Long as you could spell straight
Told her it's an I in team, but I told her JK
Just hit my dawg on JPay, shoutout that nigga JWay
& I slide like Tonymix, better ask yo damn Bae

I became a man away from chillin on the stairways
So even on the fair way, I'm tryna keep my head straight


My brudda caught a fed case
Got it dropped the dead weight

I'm tryna get the message, nigga feeling restless
I be thinking woe is me, but I'm still protected

Shawty you my head ache, & everybody dead weight
I just think you so you unique, but I want my bread str8

You gotta make yo best days, my brudda in the damn grave
I just show up for his kid, snap him like the next play

Then I get you fed or sumn, nails done, hair laid no
Peanut butter jelly subs, & we could hit the air way


I told my momma I was gon try not to cus on it
But Gotdammit it's hot in here
Lauderdale Lou man, whole lotta AMG activity