Served Up Lyrics – Don Toliver & Skilla Baby | from “OCTANE”

This cut, originally a 2024 throwaway scribbled in Toliver’s Houston haze, got scooped by Bugz Ronin’s glitchy trap wizardry: those syrupy synths sloshing over 808s that hit like a double cup spill, blending melodic menace with Detroit grit from Skilla’s verse. It’s auto-tune trap laced with R&B seduction—think Future’s foggy flexes meeting Playboi Carti’s ad-lib anarchy, but dirtier, with SoFaygo’s ghostly hooks whispering in the corners (rumor has it he cut a full verse that got trimmed for punch).

Thematically, it’s all about that boss-level high: leaning through the spotlight, turning ratchets into royalty, and serving up the vibes while the world’s T’d up and geeked out. No polished edges here; it’s raw vault vomit, born from late-night sessions where Toliver chased that elusive “mi casa” escape, only for leaks to make it everybody’s house party.

The full Skilla version surfaced after a June snippet tease and that July early drop with an open slot begging for a feature—fans clocked the Detroit spitter’s fit instantly, his “hundred thousand on me” bars flipping the chorus into a turnt-up takeover. OCTANE itself? It’s Toliver’s high-octane pivot, a 14-track fuel inject of interstellar swagger: concept’s all acceleration through the void, from heartbreak highways to hood anthems, stacked with teases like “Bandit” ft. Yeat and “Eclipse” solo cuts. No full tracklist etched yet, but it’s shaping as his boldest since Love Sick—less lovesick, more lane-switching supremacy.

Toliver’s cruising at warp speed right now, 31 and untethered post-2023’s Life of a Don that snagged his first Billboard No. 1, fresh off sold-out Rolling Loud slots where he turned stages into lean lagoons. The Missouri-to-Houston hustler who flipped SoundCloud sighs into Travis Scott cosigns is shedding the sidekick skin—OCTANE’s his director’s chair, directing the wave while Skilla rides shotgun, proving he’s not just wavy, he’s the current.