Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Same Damn Time (Extended Remix)"
(feat. Rick Ross, Ludacris, Wale, Meek Mill, Gunplay, Future)

"Same Damn Time (Extended Remix)"
(feat. Rick Ross, Ludacris, Wale, Meek Mill, Gunplay, Future)



[Hook: Future]
I wear Gucci, I wear bailey, at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars, at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Fuck your sister and you girl at the same damn time
All these diamonds that I rock could make a bitch go blind
Yella ice, white ice at the same damn time
Walkin' straight in the club, I don't stand in no line
Know my glasses Jimmy Chus but I got them Gucci shoes
Rule the Louie V and Prada that I swear I'm so confused
I got the future Linige mall in the same damn day
Spendin' 10k in future, feel the same damn way
Serve my baby momma brother, got the same ole grind
Sellin' bills, sellin' bricks at the same damn time
I get better every year so my flow is like wine
I'm a rapper and a trapper at the same damn time

[Hook: Future]
I wear Gucci, I wear bailey, at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars, at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time
Puffy got a mansion, bitch I got the same damn kind
Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time
Rock an AP and a Rolly, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time
Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time
All the women say my name, at the same damn time
Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time
Putting down in different projects at the same damn time
Dope money still a object, it's the same damn grind
But I got two platinum artists, at the same damn time
Went and got two Maseratis at the same damn time
Liberace, John Gotti, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, it's the same damn grind
Captain boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time
On my Twitter writing raps, at the same damn time
Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

[Verse 3: Wale]
She on Molly, she with Mary, at the same damn time
We the squad, Young Folarin, out that Maybach Mob
Fuck a tape, fuck your broad
Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law
No days off, Gunplay ball, sick with the cross like DeRon going off
At the same damn time
Shape like a eight, face like a nine
Heard she dancin' at Kamal's, and she make too much to stop
And she stripping, go to college
And they trickin' her deposit
While them bitches always gossip, she busy going shopping
At the same, at the same time
And your girl don't show her face when I be FaceTimin'
SB Nike's, with the grey box
You in the past me and Future on the same watch

[Hook: Future]
I wear Gucci, I wear bailey, at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars, at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

[Verse 4: Gunplay]
All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey
At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey
Metro Zoo in here, with my crew in here
With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here
Limo tints on my shades, skinnies on my blades
Crocodile kicks like my hood the Everglades
Rich forever paid
Do it with no effort, now let's effin' celebrate
Toast and spill the grapes, hoes catchin' vapes
Toe touchin' freaks
She jumped on my pole and did a pole trick for me
Slippin' on ya pimpin' that means more grip for me
Chrome lips on the Forgi's damn near swallowing the street
You owe me, homie have that now
I'm a pull that Gat out now
Must be out your rabbit mind, I'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

[Verse 5: Meek Mill]
I rock Gucci, I rock Louie, at the same damn time
I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine
In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs
I need a ho that's like my pro without the same damn mind
At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes
Two big faces on my wrist, boy I got a couple those
I told her I love that pussy, she think we a couple though
And she got a boyfriend but she say he a sucka though
At the same time, pull up like James Bond
In that Aston Martin on these niggas, game time
Fresh ass Mike's, my Rollie on ice
Got bitches on Mollies, they rollin' all night
I be way out in Cali, got hoes of all types
With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga I go in all night

[Hook: Everybody]
I wear Gucci, I wear bailey, at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars, at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

[Verse 6: Ludacris]
Yeaah Luda is unstoppable, his money is astronomical
Sell as many records as a nigga like me that shit is just impossible
Rappers is dillusional and now they talking more shit
Anything is lie when it coming out the mouth of a desperate starving broke Bitch
Choke Bitch, you used to be good but now you're garbage
Any nigga that wanna step up to the plate and battle will get demolished
My flows is rubbing off just like their fingernail polish
You rappers ain't got no swag, you need to kill your Fucking stylist
They biting like piranhas then crying to their momma
These Niggas best to call their troops back like Obama
That trash that you're spitting didn't faze me, matter of fact your record label still pays me
See Luda never starting shit, I'm always on my grind, but I'll respond to three rappers at the same damn time

[Hook: Future]
I wear Gucci, I wear bailey, at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars, at the same damn time
On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

 

[fox69]

"Saran Wrap"
(feat. Quavo)

"Saran Wrap"
(feat. Quavo)



[Hook – Quavo:]
Walk up in the kitchen, see saran wrap
I know what to do with the saran wrap
Bricks, they wrapped up in saran wrap
Trapping out the bando with saran wrap
Saran wrap, saran wrap
I know what to do with the saran wrap
Saran wrap, saran wrap
Got them bricks and them chickens in saran wrap

[Verse 1 – Quavo:]
You can get a chicken wrapped like McDonalds
I’m trapping, I’m selling the fishes, I’m working at Benihanas
The birds they fly from Japan, man I can’t wait when they land
I’m unwrapping the saran
The Js go crazy, I’m weighing the baby like 1980s
I pull up, gold rings on, in a drop Mercedes
Your bitch bad, she in the kitchen, her wrist go crazy
Don’t try to tell me I’m a gram short, nigga I just weighed it
My niggas is animals, eat you up like cannibals
I play with so much saran, Tony Montana
I skkrt in a Phantom, excuse my manners
I’m whipping up batter, I’m balling like batter

[Hook – Quavo:]
Walk up in the kitchen, see saran wrap
I know what to do with the saran wrap
Bricks, they wrapped up in saran wrap
Trapping out the bando with saran wrap
Saran wrap, saran wrap
I know what to do with the saran wrap
Saran wrap, saran wrap
Got them bricks and them chickens in saran wrap

[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane:]
Jamaican redbone bitch with me, she wicked
I done dropped the top on my car, now it’s naked
Got a blunt stored with like four grams of cookie
In the kitchen whipping whipping whipping whipping
Beating them babies up like they was getting a whipping
Gucci had on mink, his back look like it’s crooked
I got this wicked watch on me, call me a 50
I keep that chopper with me cause the game’s so wicked
I hit the gas mask out the lot, now man I’m twisted, twisted
Ganja smoke, I know y’all niggas smell me, smell me
Ain’t no thing that no one else can tell me, tell me
I got so many man I’m so talented, I’m wealthy

[Hook – Quavo:]
Walk up in the kitchen, see saran wrap
I know what to do with the saran wrap
Bricks, they wrapped up in saran wrap
Trapping out the bando with saran wrap
Saran wrap, saran wrap
I know what to do with the saran wrap
Saran wrap, saran wrap
Got them bricks and them chickens in saran wrap

 

[fox69]

"Say A Prayer"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)

"Say A Prayer"
(feat. Rich Homie Quan)



[Intro:]
Six spots, twelve stoves and I need more pots
And I told [?] that my boys got caught

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
The junkies say it's finger lickin' how I whip up powder
I took your food and prada shoes and added me more power
And if you bought some Sour Diesel then your dream gone sour
I treat your shooters like cowards make your team look sour
I feed the hood with the bowl like I cook clam chowder
RIP to Steve McNair that boy right arm was a rifle
I would race you for the car, but look you don't got the title
You ain't made ten mil, I can't call you my rival
I got your baby mama suckin' on me using saliva
I made the Forbes list, nigga, man, you just a subscriber
My momma say you just a lyin' bitch, conniving lil' diver
Nigga killed his own brother saying, that shit in the bible
Man, Joe Blow chose the fork, and you chose the screwdriver
I made another steal a car but I made the cash off a niner
I went so hard I make you dump your whole roster to sign me
And you can find me in the six with all my shooters behind me

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I'm a say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)
No grey hair I ain't stressin' the case
Make you scratch for the chase, I invested in yay
Man what else can I say? I'm still gon' flex in they face
What the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safe
Get wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that place
Leaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to say
Never forget where I came, and it's all 'cause I'm having my way

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
That right to, I'm having my way
By the bay, I move, penthouse by the lake
They cool my neighbors, got a gate so you know them folks safe
Got a pool, twelve acres and a guest house if you wanna stay
Man I'm cool, gettin' paper, and a custom Cartier
I'm a smooth operator, I gotta customer named Shade'
And she'll bug a motherfucker all day, then try to pull up in all grey
I ain't gon' play with you, I'm impatient too, ain't gon' wait for you
I'm pimpin' like players do, Lean match the gator shoes, the windbreaker hater proof
You lookin' nervous, Gerber, soft like baby food
Ok cool, I got a plug like no other
No discussion me and Thugger, Waiting on judgement

[Hook x2]

[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]
Oh, Never forget where I came
And it's all 'cause I'm having my way
Oh, Never forget where I came
And it's all 'cause I'm having my way
Oh, oh, oh, oh

 

[fox69]

"Say Damn"

"Say Damn"


[Chorus: repeat 2X]
The way my wrist glist' I make a hood bitch say "Damn!"
My neck-lace represent the fact I go ham
It's lonely up here, man I need to come down
So many O's I made the bank teller pass out

My trap house floors lookin like a Magic City Monday
But ain't no singles, it's just big head hundreds
My car's gettin watched by this ugly-ass junkie
I keep laughin like a woman but it ain't shit funny (ha)
I'm posted in the trap and my country boys comin
I'm hood rich bitch, still servin two dummies
I'm gettin on your nerves cause Gucci got money
The charm is absurd but the rims are all shiny

[Chorus]

I mic check, I mic check, now it's time the chicken talk
One scratch on my Nike checks, I cop another pair
I got stacks on deck, make the girl break her neck
when she hit the bubble kush the bitch coughed up her breakfast
I'm the realest make a bet, I bet the checks don't bounce
So much cash in the bag I make accountants lose count
Your girl say she love to see a thug iced out
With me and Speedy on the track it's the return of chicken talk
Gucci!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Say That Then"

"Say That Then"


[Intro:]
Gwap
Gwap
Gwap
Gwap

[Hook:]
I got my best boy runnin cause yo boy gonna win
(Then say dat then)
Boyfriend check bitch where you been? (Fuck you been?)
(Then say dat then)
Got that big face Rollie, going out with twins
(Then say dat then)
I'm a buy my bitch a Mercedes Benz
(Then say dat then)
I'm a take you out and all yo friends
(Then say dat then)
We don't want to shop, we club hop out the park
Ya'll niggas broke then say that then
Got my girlfriend on me and my air filled on me
That my best friend homie, don't play with him
Say you want dope then say dat then
If you going broke then say dat then
If you wanna race then say dat then
If you wanna get me then say dat then
Say dat then, say dat then
Bought my bitch a Mercedes Benz
Say dat then, say dat then
Wanna go to war then say dat then

[Verse:]
Gucci Mane's a ladies' man
A ladies' man, a ladies' man
I was in that bitch smashin, I stay rockin the ladies man
Bought my bitch a Benzie cause she say she's a Mercedes fan
Don't trap it like it's 88, I feel like I'm a regular man
I told my girlfriend "hide me in the attic, I'm a wanted man"
My bitch so bad that if you held my hand you'd probably touch her hand
Yellow black Ferrari, bring the ketchup, I'm a mustard fan
26's on my Jeep but still it go down car still fast
Gave my girl a 20 ball, she spend that 20 extra fast
She don't fuck no more, she shop online cause she can't tote no shopping bags
Stop poppin yo boojy ass, Gucci Mane got stupid cash
Gucci Mane like a tutor, you look like a cougar
And since you love me so much won't you go buy me a ruga?
Hi, my name is Gucci, let me introduce my shooters
My boy proud to do you, team will put it to you
I was just a 1%, that 50's on Cecilia
Dude ya'll oughta remember, don't it sound familiar?
It brick squad just a team my nigga, that's my la familia

[Hook:]
I got my best boy runnin cause yo boy gonna win
(Then say dat then)
Boyfriend check bitch where you been? (Fuck you been?)
(Then say dat then)
Got that big face Rollie, going out with twins
(Then say dat then)
I'm a buy my bitch a Mercedes Benz
(Then say dat then)
I'm a take you out and all yo friends
(Then say dat then)
We don't want to shop, we club hop out the park
Ya'll niggas broke then say that then
Got my girlfriend on me and my air filled on me
That my best friend homie, don't play with him
Say you want dope then say dat then
If you going broke then say dat then
If you wanna race then say dat then
If you wanna get me then say dat then
Say dat then, say dat then
Bought my bitch a Mercedes Benz
Say dat then, say dat then
Wanna go to war then say dat then

 

[fox69]

"Scared Of The Dark"
(feat. Father & RiFF RAFF)

"Scared Of The Dark"
(feat. Father & RiFF RAFF)



I think I'm scared of the dark, so I wear glasses at night
I think I'm scared of the dark, fuck all my hoes in the light
I said I'm scared of the dark that's why my diamonds soo bright
I think I'm scared of the dark, so haters, get out my sight
Because I'm scared of the dark

[Father:]
Fuck her with the lights on, fuck her with my ice on
Tokyo diamonds, thoin yoin in her loins
Sip goop, hit the joint
Can't wait to guwop out the joint
Sun roof back me and Mak' doin kung fu with the strap
Bruce Lee Roy need these M&Ms like I'm from Detroit
But who these niggas in the city thinkin' that they them boys
I smoke out, I po' up two L's above Beelzebub
Right next to the check cashin place
Citgo & the liquor store
Custer Ave, Barrio boys bust yo ass
Ay ask yo bitch, I fucked her mouth, and fucked her ass
Ay, watch my dick in sink, na nigga I ain't tryna link
I on't give a fuck 'bout your new tpe
It's a party, I'm just tryna drink

I think I'm scared of the dark, so I wear glasses at night
I think I'm scared of the dark, fuck all my hoes in the light
I said I'm scared of the dark that's why my diamonds soo bright
I think I'm scared of the dark, so haters, get out my sight
Because I'm scared of the dark

[RiFF RAFF:]
Hopped out the Phantom, Coca-Cola Lambo
Last week Alabama, don't worry 'bout my trunk
Yup, my speakers Jackie Chain, um
Found my new wheels at the bottom of the Grand Canyon
Guwop and the rap Breezy, that's a nice Versace tandem
The fact that I ain't won a Grammy, yup I'm gettin' robbed
When Gucci Mane get out, I might sign with Bricksquad 1017
Part of triple beam, triple beam dreams
Checkin' the block like Hakim, I can Scott Skiles
100K just for me to crack a smile
Aw shit, look who it is, it's the white Berry Smalls
Maybe show my swift, diamonds on my stick shift

I think I'm scared of the dark, so I wear glasses at night
I think I'm scared of the dark, fuck all my hoes in the light
I said I'm scared of the dark that's why my diamonds soo bright
I think I'm scared of the dark, so haters, get out my sight
Because I'm scared of the dark

I'm a money maker, I'm a heart breaker
I gamble, I'm a risk taker
I'm a dice shaker, I'm a bitch breaker
Got more racks than a pool table
I'm a money maker, I'm a heart breaker
I gamble, I'm a risk taker
I'm a dice shaker, I'm a bitch breaker
Got more racks than a pool table

 

[fox69]

"Scarface"
(feat. Scarface)

"Scarface"
(feat. Scarface)



[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Tell the D.A., give a fuck bout what the judge say
I never liked the pussy nigga in the first place
I spent 500 K a week just for the court case
And put a tattoo on my face, so now I'm Scarface
Scarface
I put a hundred on your head if you cross me
Scarface
I want him dead, I don't care what it cost me

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Black hats, red ball, jumping out on me
Unmarked cars keep on wind up and down the street
Plus the stupid-ass jacker, he want something for free
Know damn well, without no money he get nothing from me
I be that ass, baby momma call the folks on me
I got these crab-ass niggas trying to smoke for free
Lil G just told me that he's short this week
But how the fuck he gonna be short when I sell work so cheap?
Old pussy-ass nigga used to work for me
Then told these motherfucking folks he bought some work for me
I know some cold-blooded killers who got love for me
I keep them real-deal goons in the club with me
Gucci

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Niggas waiting on me like the mailman coming
First, third, and fifteenth, everybody running
Old heads tripping cause they asking me to front on them
Come short on my one time, and I fuck with them young'uns
All balls, no brains; niggas know I'm ignorant
Understand and get zeroed when put in that predicament
The cars ride up and down the avenue in daytime
Nighttime the same thing -- niggas finna pay mine
Duck off with my motherfucking dope, you got some long nuts
I burn niggas' hoods down, I shoot up they dope cuts
Niggas call me Scarface cause I gave them a reason to
All you get is one chance and then I come get even, fool

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Moving them grounds, and I ain't thinking bout Grammys
Got so hot in Atlanta, I had to move to Miami
Go a hundred big H.A.M., got my trap house whamming
Just ran up on the plug, I brought the food to the family
We say hello to drugs, we don't say no to drugs
Like No Limit C-Murder, making moves with the dubs
Like I'm moving them birds, I got em for sale
Just like Revenge of the Nerds, I got a roomful of squares
The Feds looking at me -- get some glasses, my nigga
They say I make it hot -- I make it happen, my nigga
So what's cracking, what's popping?
Got the same gun that killed Bin Laden
I like my boxer briefs soft cotton
I'm used to being spoiled rotten
It's Gucci

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Scholar"

"Scholar"


[Intro:]
The legendary DJ Scream
The legendary Gucci Mane
The young legend DJ Spinz
And this Trap God 2 nigga

I guess run cool you a game but you just a fuckin lame
I can put you up on something but you still wouldn't lie or nothing
You know the game is to be sold man, pull up fore you lames might
(Can't just give that shit to you nigga)
I spent half of my life nigga sellin crack cocaine
(... in this shit nigga)

[Verse 1:]
I'm a victim of the dop game, I don't like the 9-9
I don't like the main drop, I just like cocaine drop
All I do is drop top, man I'm so goddamn hot
If you got a old car then go get a new one
If you don't got no script go and get yo 2 gun
Got a bitch so fine with me, she make me wanna do some
I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever, you's a kill throwin
Baby got that slow tone, my trap like a group home
I'm bad with niggas but I'm good with bitches
Language of man, sound superstitious
I like the riches, no pot to piss in
Three years going I ain't seen no Christmas
Six months going I ain't seein no drop
Work do good they don't ever get slow
Putting bar doors on all my houses
I'm a put her with all my flows

[Hook:]
Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover
Pill niggas ain't turning shit down but my damn collar
Police wouldn't let me tryina stand here by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain't never graduate but I'm a trap scholar
Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover
Pimp, money turnin don't shit but my damn collar
Police man be chasin, wanna grab me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane didn't graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar

[Verse 2:]
Hit the club on Clinton Hill but yea I got them 30 dollars
Drag a bitch so bad I need a goddamn dog collar
Pull up in 3 Phantoms like I'm crib flow damn dollars
And if your bitch with me, no need to call, don't even bother
Limpin, screamin, pimpin, turn my trap to a damn brothel
Need these pieces on my Charger, tryna dodge every pothole
You ain't gotta worry bout yo bitch cause yo boys got er
Said she want some dick, then guess what she gon get a whole lotta
Nothing but I think I need a goddamn and a rider
If this Rollie keep it rolling, for Wale I holy moly
I'm golden, coming gold deep
Can't remember these fuck niggas homey
I'm a young nigga but I OG
I'm bout to turn these to the old me
And no OC, I could OD cause I drink so much damn codeine
I'm solo, no codeine
And these mackin letters of my homey
Don't bump, I ain't talkin bout mollies
Have more paint talkin bout coffee
I don't give a damn about you nigga and don't give a damn about the police

[Hook:]
Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover
Pill niggas ain't turning shit down but my damn collar
Police wouldn't let me tryina stand here by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain't never graduate but I'm a trap scholar
Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover
Pimp, money turnin don't shit but my damn collar
Police man be chasin, wanna grab me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane didn't graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar

 

[fox69]

"Semi On Em"
(feat. Chief Keef)

"Semi On Em"
(feat. Chief Keef)



[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Bitch, I'm Gucci Mane, you heard that I go coco-loco
So much money that my pitbull got a diamond choker
I'm on a yacht, me and my plug, and yeah, we playin' poker
Sippin' coladas, smokin' ganja, he's a heavy smoker
I started right here in the city, they call me a loco
I rob you blind and burn the money like the fuckin' Joker
And if you don't believe me, ask these hoes at Strokers
So much money in the air, can't even see the sofa
So much kush smoke in the air, I can't help but smell the odor
They say I cook so many deuces my arm need a motor
Half a pint in the Mountain Dew, now that's a dirty soda
And I sell so many chickens, think I work for Kroger

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I'm flexin', countin' gualas, parkin' Lexus, I don't ride em
Bad yellow bitch, passin' unless she a rider
She is down to ride with me and she gone hold my Glock
And she see an opp, I tell her pop her and she gone pop off
All us like 2Pac, Notorious, bitch I'm like Big Papa
If I see an opp, I spot him, shot him, bitch I got him
Drive through, in and out, I throw 'em up, Benihanas
Ridin', hemi, semi on me, catch his ass, semi on 'em

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I been shot callin since I hit the lotto, ballin'
My diamonds no voodoo 504, bitch they from New Orleans
Ring, ring, money callin', I gotta go you not important
I'm smokin' TuTu and Tooka and countin' money, tourin'
My Ruger hold a thirty, you can hold a fuckin' chorus
That's 80 shots at your face, better be good at duckin' bullets
Pull up in that Lord car, that's that shit them hoes adore
I pull up to the club and tell a bitch to hop aboard
Baby I'm a king, I know I am not a Lord
But Almighty So' and that's that shit that I send shottas for
I'm smokin' paraphernalia with a Glock on tours
Make that bitch sing a melody, you get lot's of chorus

[Hook: Chief Keef]

 

[fox69]

"Serve On"
(feat. Peewee Longway & Quavo)

"Serve On"
(feat. Peewee Longway & Quavo)



I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and sday real, real good

I give my serve on
Talkin' on the phone
They call me My Serve On
Shaking here the dope, saying real, real good
Then we crave the Gucci and say we're real, real good
Ain't no limit to this shit
I already been with this shit
Ain't that bitch worth a dime
Hit the dealers with the bitch
You know I dope my hoes and dime
And pay my millie for the bitch

I grew up in the capital
Cause I'm very, very rich
You are
Disgrace to your family
You know your son [?]
Mistakin' at your birth
You shouldn't have been a bitch
No, niggaz aren't trying to walk [?]

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good

I look like avocado
Niggaz in the hood they'd be picture at your lotto
Got hundreds of soldiers
My niggaz are woving
My niggaz be with women and coking
My niggaz they play with the song
I know you can't handle the pressure

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good

They call my Mr Serve On
While we're smashing serve on
I don't really search for love
Cause I didn't purchase for one
But I'm tied in with camouflage form
But I don't need no pass, yeah

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good

I give my serve on
No nigga and trouble are coming
Unless I serve on
Talking on the cellphone
With real, real hood
Shake it here the dope and say real, real good
Hear saying Gucci that we're real, real hood