Lyrics:
(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
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
real nigga left, the left
It's like I'm on an island by myself, the left
Gucci Mane the leftie
Pockets so hefty
Wrist so fucking rocky I can't even
Up,
Stick em up,
Stick em up,
Stick em up, ye ain't know
I ain't come to play and I ain't come to laugh,
All I gotta say is nigga put it in da
a boner
All my whips mine, house mine, Gucci Mane a owner (it's Gucci)
McLaren glacier blue, it got 'em hurlin' too
I bought a Wraith for boo, now I
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
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
huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy big scar
huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy big scar
nerve
3 thousand 5 hundred dollars call that a loui' purse
A pent house sweet for me and her, call that a loss her skirt
Nigga out shine Gucci mane I
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
put your pop on Fox Five (pop), Mr. Eleven alive
My hood bang B's like a hive (wow), they might shoot dice with your life
It's suicide, you try Gucci
attention (fuck it)
Mr. Drippy Drippy, have you swimmin' with the fishes
They want the old Gucci Mane that do a verse for a chicken
Old Gucci Mane
holding up my ring finger
Mane Freak em
He don't like me ion like him either
Always holding up my ring finger
Mane Freak em
He don't like me ion like him
this wrist
Pour up in a drank of fruit Fanta
Young nigga from Savanna
But you know that I fuck with Atlanta
Gucci Mane, I'm the Savanna Santa
Put you
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
(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
like Slipknot
Fantasized by the talent
She bout to give mop
Put it on em fantastic
Bout cash I move drastic
I couldn't find a fuck if you like me or not
baby)
Know you be hatin’
But bitches be goin’ insane
Dawg just spend like couple k’s
Bought the Gucci I’m like “mane”
“That ain’t take away the pain,
My niggas out in Zone 6, soul food, no sushi mayne
Cookin' up the whole thing for Snoop Dogg and Gucci Mane
My home girls out in Brooklyn, bad lil'
that's a rarity (gold)
Gucci Mane's a murderer, you sure you wanna marry him?
Big rock clarity, your jewelry's embarrassing (Hah)
LIV on a Sunday 'cause
Jewelry game amazin', car game crazy (brr, brr)
Gucci Mane LaFlare walkin' 'round the city, say cheese
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ridin' with my
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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