Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Servin H, artist - Kevin Gates. Album song Luca Brasi 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bread Winners' Association
Song language: English
Servin H |
It’s done |
Yung Lan on the track |
Diamonds on glisten, I shine for the summer |
(It's done) |
Gold in my grill like I’m Breadwinner Gunna |
(It's done) |
You know, I be tryna find what make me happy but |
(It's done) |
I don’t really know what make me happy right now |
(It's done, it’s done, it’s done) |
Diamonds on glisten, I shine for the summer |
Redo her frontal, her body I punish |
Walk in the street like I’m Gotti, I’m thuggin' |
He speakin' on gangsta, he’s gotta be buggin' |
She work at V Live, I supply her with lumber |
The skirt that I choose, when supplying the jungle |
Kevin Garnett, they retire my number |
Got gold in my grill like I’m Breadwinner Gunna |
Demand in my hand and I’m pushin' the button |
Big body Benz, I’ma whip like a cutlass |
Mouth full of diamonds, up under the gutter |
Ain’t talkin' no scissors, we workin' with cutters |
Balla and Solo retarded I’m muggin' |
I punctured your hoe, put that rod on her cousin |
Fresh out of jail made a brick, go to bumpin' |
My children gon' eat you ain’t telling me nothin' |
Trap in the trenches, I’m selling Hermes |
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah |
Servin' them birds but it used to be bags |
Flippin' them tickets, it use to be stacks |
Watches don’t tick, but it use to do that |
One altercation, we swervin' with' gats |
Hop out where you at, put a curve in your head |
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair |
Trap in the trenches I’m selling Hermes |
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah |
Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap |
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair |
Trap in the trenches I’m selling Hermes |
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah |
Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap |
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair |
Screech off in a foreign, this here get alarmin' |
New firearm in the arm of my garments |
Phone steady jumping my flip get annoying |
Droppin' the pot but my wrist not performin' |
Ice on my necklace, my pendant performin' |
This here cost a fortune, don’t know if you knowin' |
No one alive, no one alive can do your body like I do |
Lovin' Chanel like we sponsored by Spalding |
New rival location, immediate ballin' |
Pack get the mail outta Cali, she caught it |
Jump in the Toyota, my truck a Sequoia |
I’m ridin' no more, takin' extra precaution |
Get that out the way then get right back to flossin' |
I did the dash in the «pewm"and you fell in love |
My nickname should be «awesome» |
Trap in the trenches, I’m selling Hermes |
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah |
Servin' them birds but it used to be bags |
Flippin' them tickets, it use to be stacks |
Watches don’t tick, but it use to do that |
One altercation, we swervin' with' gats |
Hop out where you at, put a curve in your head |
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair |
Trap in the trenches I’m selling Hermes |
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah |
Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap |
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair |
Trap in the trenches I’m selling Hermes |
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah |
Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap |
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair |
Stuck up and cocky, can’t help but to stare |
She do what I tell her, my word in her hair |
Penetrating her brain, it’s disturbing her scalp |
You look back at me when that ass in the air |
Wigglin' slow when you dancin', it’s sexy |
She say she don’t like when I fuck her aggressive |
Comfort me, helpin' me hold it together |
Get it in a rut when I deal with depression |
Trump in the nat when I got in my bag |
Ended the month with 48 grand |
Order red wine and put that on my tab |
Hoe reached for her phone and I got on her ass |
I love my new hoe, I’ma take her to France |
Hit Amsterdam and go hard on the gas |
Booty so big difficult not to grab |
Still tryna see how it got in them pants |
Trap in the trenches, I’m selling Hermes |
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah |
Servin' them birds but it used to be bags |
Flippin' them tickets, it use to be stacks |
Watches don’t tick, but it use to do that |
One altercation, we swervin' with' gats |
Hop out where you at, put a curve in your head |
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair |
Trap in the trenches I’m selling Hermes |
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah |
Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap |
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair |
Trap in the trenches I’m selling Hermes |
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah |
Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap |
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her hair |