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Servin H
Kevin Gates
55,372Hip-Hop/Rap2018
On Tour
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Servin H was released on September 28, 2018 by Bread Winners' Association as a part of the album Luca Brasi 3
AlbumLuca Brasi 3
September 28, 2018
LabelBread Winners' Association
LanguageEnglish
BPM119
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

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Lyrics

[Intro]
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 tryin' to find what make me happy, but
It's done, it's done, it's done, it's done
I don't really know what make me happy, right now
[Verse 1]
Diamonds on glisten and I shine for the summer
Redo her frontal, her body I punish
Walk in the street like I'm Gotti, I'm thuggin'
He's speakin' on gangsta, he's gotta be buggin'
She work at V Live, I supply her with lumber
The skirt that I choose when supplyin' 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' a 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 ho, put that rod on a cousin
Fresh out of jail, made a brick, go to bumpin'
My children gon' eat, you ain't tellin' me nothin'
[Chorus]
Trap in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermès
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Servin' them birds, but it used to be bags
Flippin' them tickets, they used to be stacks
Watches don't tick, but he used to do that
One altercation, we swervin' wit' gats
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear
[Chorus]
Trap in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermès
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear
Trap in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermès
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear
[Verse 2]
Screech off in a foreign, this here get alarmin'
New firearm in the arm of my garments
Phone steady jumpin', my flip get annoyin'
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'
[Verse 3]
No one alive, no one alive would do your body, I don't know if you know
Leather Chanel like we sponsored by Spalding
Arrive on 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 Pum' and you fell in love
My nickname should be awesome
[Chorus]
Trap in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermès
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Servin' them birds, but it used to be bags
Flippin' them tickets, they used to be stacks
Watches don't tick, but it used to do that
One altercation, we swervin' wit' gats
Hop off where you at, put a curb in your head
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear
[Verse 4]
Trap in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermès
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear
Trap in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermès
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear
[Verse 5]
Stuck up and cocky, can't help but to stare
She do what I tell her, my word in her ear
Penetrating her brain, it's disturbin' her scalp
You look back at me when that ass in the air
Wiggle it slow when you dancin', it's sexy
She say she don't like when I fuck all aggressive
Comfort me, helpin' me hold it together
Get in a rut when I deal with depression
Trump in the nat when I got in my bag
Ended the month with forty-eight grand
Order the red wine and put that on my tab
Ho reached for her phone and I got on her ass
I love my new ho, 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 you got in them pants
[Verse 6]
Trap in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermès
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Servin' them birds, but it used to be bags
Flippin' them tickets, they used to be stacks
Watches don't tick, but he used to do that
One altercation, we swervin' wit' gats
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear
[Verse 7]
Trap in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermès
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear
Trap in the trenches, I'm sellin' Hermès
H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah
Hop out where you at, put a curb in your cap
Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear
Written by: Kevin Gates, Milan Modi

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