Lyrical Breakdown of Servin H - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Servin H" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Servin H" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Kevin Gates employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Kevin Gates's narrative.

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It's done 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 trying to find what make me happy "It's done" But I don't really know what make me happy right now "It's done, it's done, it's done" Diamonds on glisten, I shine for the summer Redo her front of her body, I punish Walk in the street like I'm Gotti, I'm thugging He speaking on gang, he gotta be bugging She work at V Live, I supply her with lumber The skirt that I choose will supply in 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 pushing the button Big body Benz, I'ma whip like a cutlass Mouth full of diamonds, up under the gutter Ain't talking no scissors, we working with cutters Balla and Solo retarded I'm mugging I punctured your hoe, put that rod on her cousin Fresh out of jail made a brick go to bopping My children gon' eat you ain't telling me nothing Trap in the trenches I'm selling Hermes 18 syringes with diamonds who bad Serving them birds, it use to be bags Flipping them tickets, it use to be stacks Watches don't tick, but it use to do that One altercation we swerving with gas Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear Trap in the trenches I'm selling Hermes H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear Trap in the trenches I'm selling Hermes H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear Screech off in a foreign, this shit get alarmin' New firearm in the arm of my garments Phone steady jumping my flip get annoying Droppin' the pot but my wrist not performin' Ice on my neck, my pendant performin' This here cost a fortune, don't know if you know No one alive, no one alive can do your body like I do Lovin' Chanel like we sponsored by Spalding New rival 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 "pewm" and you fell in love My nickname should be "awesome" Trap in the trenches I'm selling Hermes 18 syringes with diamonds who bad Serving them birds, it use to be bags Flipping them tickets, it use to be stacks Watches don't tick, but it use to do that One altercation we swerving with gas Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear Trap in the trenches I'm selling Hermes H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear Trap in the trenches I'm selling Hermes H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear 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 disturbing her scalp You look back at me when that a-s in the air Wiggle it slow, when you dancing it's sexy She say she don't like when I fuck her aggressive Comfort me, help me hold it together Get it in a rut when I deal with depression Trump in the net when I got in my bag Ended the month with 48 grand Order red wine and put that on my tab Hoe reached for her phone and I got on her ass I love my new hoe I'ma take her to France Hit it so fast and go hard on the gas Booty so big difficult not to grab Still tryna see how it got in them pants Trap in the trenches I'm selling Hermes H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah Serving them birds, it use to be bags Flipping them tickets, it use to be stacks Watches don't tick, but it use to do that One altercation we swerving with gas Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her ear Trap in the trenches I'm selling Hermes H in syringes with zombies, ooh yeah Hop out where you at, put a curve in your cap Your bitch do what I tell her, my word in her