Servin

(álbum: Trap God 2 - 2013)

I think I had one too many blunts today
Too many bills, now I'm jump today
I drank a pint of lean so I wasted mane
I got the gangsta air nigga, you can taste it mine

I'm swerving, I'm swerving
All of my niggas be serving
Pull up to the curb, curb serving
Wutchu want?
Wutchu want nigga? We workin
I'm servin, I'm servin
Come through with my Bentley, I'm swerving
Hoes say I look better in person
Maybach, I'm a close the fuckin curtains

What's happenin, hah
It's Guwop, the legend
Ha!
Shout out to zone 6
It's Big Gucci ah
Dollars hittin so hard
You see me
I know you hear me
That strong in
I know you smell me
Ya'll niggas are fuck niggas
I know you tellin
And I don't need ya, cause I'm a felon

Touchdown in ya city, where the pass at?
"Where the pass at?" you make a nigga laugh black
Need a pass for yo nigga, you'll get blast at
You just a midgrade nigga like my last pack

I'm just a money making nigga, you can call ask out
You waitin on me to fall you to wait on yo income tax check
I got so much money I left em all with every damn fifty
And for the Panthers raise your arm up then you make a ball fist
They move my nigga so far away cause they said he was high risk
His folks can't even come down to see him barely can pay they damn rent
And now he frustrated, incarcerated, got us all tested
And they before tried to give me 40, I'm a jump the damn face

I'm chargin 39 hundred 'fore I got them bags in
8-50 you know I got that swag in
I got that Mexican weed, them bricks you know that trash shit
And all you gotta do is drive this shit to Athens
Brick Squad in this bitch, we known for takin
I got a couple more of them squares, they goin to Macon
I'm a stop by Savannah then Augusta
And I'm a multimillionaire but I'm from Custer

These niggas tryna hold me back
But a nigga can't never hold me back
Gucci Mane I'm a get up
And I'm a walk round, and I'm a get me a stack
Walk around with these thigh pads
Damn my nigga that my bad
That you broke some damn fast
Have the same chance that I had
You feel bad but I'm not sad
You could talk trash but I moved on
Three homes, ten phones
Tell me where did it go wrong
All the money that I have
A.k.a that's my stash
Nigga try to take my cash
Bet the nigga gon die fast
50 bands in the brand new pants
Take 5000 and I wipe my ass
Gucci Mane fear no man
I'm a tough guy like Conan
Mojo my right hand
And you nigga was our dope man
RIP to my dope man
I know he lookin down from Heaven

I'm chargin 39 hundred 'fore I got them bags in
8-50 you know I got that swag in
I got that Mexican weed, them bricks you know that trash shit
And all you gotta do is drive this shit to Athens
Brick Squad in this bitch, we known for takin
I got a couple more of them squares, they goin to Macon
I'm a stop by Savannah then Augusta
And I'm a multimillionaire but I'm from Custer