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Rubber Band, All-American
Serve that metric scale, with the government
I’m in yo’ ‘hood, it’s me and Uncle Sam
Cliqued up, ship dope to the gutter, mane

my house, I'm like a babysitter (a babysitter)
Gucci Mane and Shiesty twins, we bait him in, then play the nigga (slime)
Machine gun friends, twin

Nigga got game, I'm like Gucci Mane
She a keeper mane, she go both ways
Make her fall in love, fuck, smoke a blunt
Now when we drunk, wake that pussy

wanna touch
Rocks used to be cubed up, now my shit is crushed

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
My pack came in, I want seventeen-five for 'em
Bricks go down when

the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we

Hell Yes

Gucci Mane

Trap House 3

2013

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

TorcH

ScHoolboy Q

Blank Face LP

2016

by the high
No cares on my mind
Couple dares, that is fine

This shit from 'round the back house
More baggies bagged and that roach
In granny's

no
Niggas to pull up on you
I'ma call my young niggas and have
Them pull up on you

Playing with Gucci Mane is just
Like playing with a lighter
Playing

eye, if I hit'em with that fye
You don't know me or what I'm slanging
C.T.B we'll leave you hanging, on George-Gang
No warm welcome to my hood, a M-Town

bitch remind you of Obama house

You can't tell just by my body language, all I dream about is homicide
Lost KeiAngelo and smooth since then, I've been

Don't worry about them busters cause trust me mane they gone fade away (yeah)

Me I'm about to eat I just fix me a plate and say my grace

Broads they

We are not going to the party
Yo, we got Houmi on this shit

Ice on my neck like i'm Gucci Mane
I hop on a foreign like Flocka Flame
I smoke hella

stabbed to death right before my eyes
B-Gizzle and Gucci Mane, you know this shit gon' ride
Free my guys in the Pollock, fed niggas might start a riot

Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
It's funny how niggas

down the road
Right by the ocean
I got bitches (swag) on my toes (Dre)
(Pretty boy swag) Pretty boy swagging on
You fucking hoes (I do this)
This one for

(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

on me and it's like blue water (dancin')
Your bitch from 'cross the block, well, my bitch from 'cross the border (cross the border)
Gucci Mane and Roddy

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

Aww damn
Goddamn Based-God you got bitches
Aww damn
Free Gucci Mane
What damn, my partna told me, he said B you gonna die with bitches
He said you

a sweet with the dody in it 
Gucci fragrance to get the smell out 
Praying god mane I know you hear me
Free my niggas out the cell house
Yeah It's safe

Secure The Bag

The LOX

Filthy America...It's Beautiful

2016

the bag
Never going broke long as I can sell dope nigga

It's Gucci Mane and D-Block and we really sell dope
But don't quote me bitch cause I might slit

the ducks, mane
The stash spot tucked, mane
A hundred packs stacked inside
My Cadillac truck, mane
It came from cross the border
I bring 'em cross the state

Don't step in my kitchen bitch, I'm Gucci Mane
You talking bout the stick but do not use the thang
I guess he retired star, cuz he used to bang
Like

sellin hood food
And free my niggas locked up on that code blue
Late nights won’t sit back
I ain’t with all that chit chat
My gun it got kick back
My shoe