Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Servin, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Trap God Revalations, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gucci Mane 1017
Song language: English
Servin |
I use to trap on the corner but that was decades ago |
I was high as a cloud and that was seconds ago |
I had the game in the lock a couple records ago |
And I ain’t never trust nobody I would check in the door |
And if you spend a living molding your necklace will glow |
He see me textin the phone and I ain’t choking the hoe |
But he keep talkin bout a gangsta, he put fault in the hoe |
I gave my dentist a 50 just for my trophies to show |
I look like Pablo Escobar the way I’m holding the drow |
I feel like Bunklin George, I got so many bills from the plug |
I got a suite apartment in the part mit under the rug |
And every drank in my frigerator filled up with mud |
I don’t know bout nobody else but I don’t servin |
And as long as these bads come in I’m gonna circle |
Niggas say they ain’t getting money but I don’t work it |
I’m runnin with so much dough that I’m nervous |
If the police tryina pull up on me I’m gonna swerve em |
You ain’t never seen so many guns on one person |
Dump truck, 2 trucks came on one person |
You need to switch up the shit you doin, just ain’t working |
They got me feeling like me, no couple mill in the safe |
But when snitched at the end, it was a slap in the face |
I need a bitch like Keyshia, shout your mill of the day |
And Puggy smoke, what the fuck G minor put some trust in the J |
13 thousand dollars' worth of narcotics wrapped in some tape |
I spent 130 thousand dollars just on my drapes |
I got a coke model, supermodel feedin me grapes |
And you can keep the money nigga cause your payment too late |
And you ain’t coming with me nigga, you tryina run in the way |
You’re just a spy telling lies, tryina look at our play |
You call me country to my face, I hit your ass with this K |
Tomahawk, chop your head off, home of the brave |
I don’t know bout nobody else but I don’t servin |
And as long as these bads come in I’m gonna circle |
Niggas say they ain’t getting money but I don’t work it |
I’m runnin with so much dough that I’m nervous |
If the police tryina pull up on me I’m gonna swerve em |
You ain’t never seen so many guns on one person |
Dump truck, 2 trucks came on one person |
You need to switch up the shit you doin, just ain’t working |