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Gucci Mane " Servin" Directed by Be EL Be (2013)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlton Mays Jr.
Carlton Mays Jr.
Composer
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Rodrequez Yancy
Rodrequez Yancy
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I used to trap on the corner, but that was decades ago
I was high as a cloud eleven seconds ago
I had the game in the lock, a couple records ago
And I ain't never trust nobody, I was checkin' the door
[Verse 2]
And if you spend a lil' bit mo', then your necklace'll glow
He see me textin' her phone, and now he chokin' a ho
But he keep talkin' 'bout a ganster, he provokin' a ho
I gave my dentist a 50 just for my trophies to show
[Verse 3]
I look like Pablo Escobar the way I'm holdin' the dro
I feel like Boston George, I got so many bales from the plug
I got a suite apartment wit' an apartment under the rug
And every drank in my 'frigerator filled up with mud
[Verse 4]
I don't know 'bout nobody else, but I'm servin'
And as long as these bags come in, I'm gonna serve 'em
**** say they ain't gettin' money, but I'm workin'
I'm riding with so much dope that I'm nervous
If the police try to pull up on me, I'm gon' swerve 'em
You ain't never seen so many guns on one person
Dump truck, two trucks came on one Thursday
You need to switch up, the shit you doin' just ain't workin'
[Verse 5]
They got me feelin' like Nino, couple mil in the safe
But when he snitched at the end, it was a slap in the face
I need a bitch like Keyshia, shoot you middle of the day
And Pookie smoked, why the fuck G Money put some trust in a J
[Verse 6]
Thirty thousand dollars worth of narcotics wrapped up in some tape
I spent a hundred thirty thousand dollars just on my drapes
I got a coke model, super model feedin' me grapes
And you can keep the money, ****, 'cause you paid me too late
[Verse 7]
And you ain't comin' with me, ****, you tryna ride in the way
You just a spy, tellin' lies, tryna look in our place
You call me country to your face, I'll hit your ass with this K
Tomahawk, chop your head off, home of the brave
[Verse 8]
I don't know 'bout nobody else, but I'm serving
And as long as these bags come in, I'm gonna serve 'em
**** say they ain't gettin' money, but I'm workin'
I'm riding with so much dope that I'm nervous
If the police try to pull up on me, I'm gon' swerve 'em
You ain't never seen so many guns on one person
Dump truck, two trucks came on one Thursday
You need to switch up, the shit you doin' just ain't workin'
[Verse 9]
Tarantino
Written by: Carlton Mays Jr., Radric Delantic Davis, Rodriquez Dejuan Yancy
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