Story lyrics
by Gucci Mane
[Verse 1:]
I got 25 pipes in my book bag
25 ounces of that OG gag
I got a mouthful of y'all n*ggas OG bag
And I'm a paper round 1 and y'all not fed
I got the pretty ice glass with the dragons
I made a half of mil made out of fan kits
And I still get the dough to your daddy
Coming on cause you know I f*ck your mamy
26 is great 8 with the headbag
Can't hear from your mama what a G bag
Red 4's on already black bentley
Crib blue forging lookin just like pentley
On way n*gga but I rhyme on the schemeless
Just hit a lick so I'm finna spend plenty
Pop up in the club I ain't thought up in the 20
I at least made 20 mil on I 20
20 year old, hit 20 f*cking licks
30 years old Gucci 20 year old b*tch
Acting roze at 30 years old
Suicide dogs, I don't wanna die b*tch
Got a call from my n*ggas said daddy what a bleach
Tell me where you wanna come that's where he will be
Pillow with a mac 11 rding for the fresh
And a n*gga gon jump me, a n*gga gon jump