Lyrics:
Still hustlin' at five in the mornin'
These retro Jordan's ain't never walked a mile and I'm knowin'
No matter what they said, heavy the head
Who
stacks
Got Gucci and Gabbana already in da sack
Only been here a minute, and I done cleared a rack
You hoes didn't know, that IMA Hoggin maniac
Now I
and passing bricks like I'm Lebron nigga
Steph Curry pound of kush under my armour nigga
Arm and hammer gucci cook it right infront of niggas
Everybody
want me, now I'm hot and they all on me
Pull a bunch of these white bitches, I'm chillin hard at the Pink Pony
Gucci Mane and Meek Mills, I'm ballin
path, but still the same mane
Plain Jane. Gucci
No chains
No rangs
Fuck fame, groupie
Four thangs. Boosie
Blow dank, that so stank. Coochie
I'm juicy
Take
you got millions of dollas, or Vivica Foxes or Gucci snake collars (Alright)
Uhh mane.. Marvin Gaye to the bullshit it make me want to holler
I told
it's a helluvalife
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Rosay naw beer, toast
Baby say cheers, major ice make ya say burr
Cake so big it's like yea
Swag so stupid Ima
Gucci)
Yeah, Chance the Rapper, Guwop the Trapper
Huh, we just out here leadin' by example
Yeah, stand for something and fall for anything
Kings
was young and mellow
Congratulations, you done turned me to a fuckin' rebel (yeah)
Yeah, I've been peeped by how you move like some new luggage (new
records, they hustlin'
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it,
fun cant believe this thang
Damn, you really gotta step back to enjoy it mane
Haven't been the same since
And I'm boutta pour another cup to chill my
was 'bout to crush the coochie like a tall can (yeah)
'Cause my girl's thick (thick), she got a booty mane
And a big old belly looking like Gucci Mane
drive-by's in the rain
They know we like that Gucci Mane
We send em going up like an attic
He ain't really want the static
I'm flipping bands
Acrobatic
Bro got
the motor out a 'Vette, put it in a Chevelle (switch it up)
Do my dirt all by myself 'cause these niggas gon' tell (I swear)
She look like God sent her from
Mane, look y'all
I've been a savage since birth
Young Savage Kid, or Young Savage Nigga
Regardless I ain't gone play. Step up
Out Hustlin', got
pound then go ‘n make another hit
Smokin’ by the ounce mane I’m saved by my spliff
I track up fast like I am Usain bolt
Imma stack up then out the O imma
don't play by rules
Money been tight, So I had to switch ton of schools
Rockin The Vest, Wit A strap, Like a Bulletproof
Shootin At Me, Why U missing
Pourin' up, thinkin', start fightin' like Springer
'Cause Gucci Mane ain't no average
Got a girl, don't need no weed, baby
You my dope, I'm your fiend, baby
to get it,
Mane this couldn’t be wrong.
Connected with Most High,
Yea it’s been too long.
Surrounded by so many people,
But I still felt alone.
Had to,
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
leave a stain Goin' nuts, let him hang
We from the dirty south But the cleanest, tell him mane
I've been skatin' in this motherfucker Blastin' out this
chill, but I promise I was raised by goons (Bitch, I been thuggin' since 94)
I been thuggin since 94 and I hope you don't get it confused
(Yea bitch, I
like I’m Gucci Mane, bitch I’m an animal
Fuck her on camera,
I heard birds of a feather float together
So many bitches wanna fuck up on a nigga
I got
in
Verse
(Ce$ar)
Pullin up to the function, that gas meter on E
Feelin like I'm Gucci mane, see what it's gon be
Drinks up, stink up, I ain't tryna
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