Gucci Mane - Servin (Trap God 1) lyrics

[Verse 1 : Gucci Mane] I used 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 was checkin the door And if you spend a lil' bit mo', then your necklace a glow He see me textin her phone, and now he chokin a ho But he keep talkin bout a gangster he provokin a ho I gave my dentist a 50 just for my trophies to show 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 [Hook : Gucci Mane] I don't know bout nobody else, but I'm servin And as long as these bags come in, I'm gone serve em n***as say they ain't getting 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 gone 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 sh** you doing just ain't workin [Verse 2 : Gucci Mane] They got me feeling Nino couple mill in the safe But when he snitched at the end it was a slap in the face I need a b**h like Keyshia, shoot you middle of the day And Pookie smoked, why the f** G Money put some trust in a J $30,000 worth narcotics, wrapped in some tape I spend $130,000 dollar's just on my drapes I got a coke model, super-model feedin' me grapes And you can keep the money n***a, cause you paid me too late And you ain't comin with me n***a, you tryna ride in the way You just a spy, telling lies, tryna look at our place You call me country to my face, I'll hit your a** with this 'K Tomahawk, chop your head off, home of the Braves [Hook : Gucci Mane]