Lyrics:
broke
Gucci mane la chat, we in and out the trap fast
Leaving out yo house, 30 birds in my book bag
[Chorus]
OK, check that bitch that wake up
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
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
(J. White I need a beat I can go off on)
You changed on me Mr. Wop
You're not the same Gucci Mane from the block
And you're so mean
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
Rob $tone
Gucci
I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt
Poppin' xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt
Then I
Gucci Mane, Gucci
Runnin' back just like I'm a run it back
While my diamonds doin' jumpin' jacks my pockets gettin' fat
I'm gettin' fat, obese, I won't
and gucci mane make the trap ay.
They twerk in birds in,so we work in,packin a truck stop and a train ?? we been flip jugs,we tote it off the fork lift,the
and gucci mane make the trap ay.
They twerk in birds in,so we work in,packin a truck stop and a train ?? we been flip jugs,we tote it off the fork lift,the
day
I just wanna ball mane, stack it till I fall mane
They look at me like aw mane, there he go he done did it again
Doin whatever, I gotta win, even if
in weeks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane the flyy nigga get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
Sell a cush by a bell so
style)
But cookin' up grams can't go out of style (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
They said, "Gucci went broke," I said, "Hush your mouth"
I'm off paper, got
(brr)
When they talkin' big money, the only time I'm wearin' it (woo)
Niggas be crabs with their money, Gucci Mane don't cherish it (racks)
But if I
the trap by any means
I hit the gas on em
Ridin by
Pull the mask
When I see my enemies
I be charcuterie
Goin ham with the cheese
I get it by any means
I
without ya girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper, whoa
Lets get it poppin', whoa
Gucci
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she
showered off that jail smell (they can't kick 'em up, nigga)
Mike Will, B-Gizzle, Gucci Mane
This what the streets wanted to hear
This shit too real
I'm-I'm-I'm connected everywhere (that's the homie)
Everywhere I go all of the people know my name
It's ya big homie Snoopy, just tell 'em you with me
I
It's team Pyrex over here (over here, over here)
You know how we do it (you know how we do it, how we do it)
Uh, in the kitchen goin' ham again
let that bit, go like this, yeah
[Chorus]
Ay’ go off, I say bitch, yeah go off (Uh uh)
Ay’ mane this shit be off the dome, I never write
This ain’t no
to violins
Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author
And I'm the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane's the father
An eight figure nigga just walked into Wal-Mart
If you
claim
When I put you in Gucci, i'ma feel like the Mane
Why would I lie
I look you right in yo eyes and I see the best thing in my life
I see you by my
ain't heard you
I'm Kaine Wick and I fuck up the pain
See, GoonRich was my muhfuckin' man
All this Gucci I'm the real Gucci Mane
My brother died and I was
look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my
might be
Yeah!
Gucci Mane gotta lot of fame nigga get your mind right
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of Bud Light
Sell a cush by a bell so you
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