Ever lyrics

[Intro: Shawty Redd & Gucci Mane]
It's 2017 n*gga
Welcome home 'wop, blurr
Shawty Redd, new b*tch n*gga, y'all n*ggas motherf*ck' at?
Pyrex pot
East Atlanta, Zone 6
Trap house
n*gga where y'all think this sh*t started from, n*gga
It's Gucci
Ay Guc', welcome home my n*gga, I salute to you my n*gga
Ay, hol' up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Let me take you back to my Shawty Redd days
Just sold ten bales, pulled up to the club blazed
In an all-red Charger with some with some on-set trays
Hittin' on all-red kush, got on all-red J's
Got a trap house in the 6 with a 12-foot fence
I'm Guwop the walkin' lick but can't nobody take sh*t
Had to shut the trap down, the red Dolce's hit
Had to crack it back up, the red dogs ain't sh*t
See your pack just touched, everybody want bricks
So you can tell the black cats they can suck my di*k
It's just a Sun Valley n*gga, I'm had tryna get rich
I killed your dog yesterday, you can call me Mike Vick
Say you never met a killer, then you never met me
Hold up, hold up, they done let the 'wop free
Hold up, hold up, he say he want a hundred keys
Well pull up, pull up, none for you and more for me
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest n*gga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest n*gga ever
Ain't nobody in my lane, ain't nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, n*gga never f*ckin' ever
This a customized belt, so you would never f*ckin' ever
Let a b*tch stress me, I would never f*ckin' ever
Let a n*gga press me, I would never f*ckin' ever
(It's Gucci!)
They say never say never but I never f*ckin' ever
(It's Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Don't go with my main squeeze, she ain't gotta f*ck me
But b*tch ain't never met a n*gga that can hustle like me
And you'll never meet a n*gga with a duffel like me
With the money and the mind and the muscle like me
I done rob so many n*ggas I can't even trust me
Gotta walk in with the strap, they can never search me
Call me Gucci the unmercable, they'll never merc me
I just bought a new convertible, they'll never touch me
I hate mice, I hate rats, n*gga that's my pet peeve
I throw stacks, I shoot dice, n*gga I'm so side street
If you ain't 'bout lettin' that pistol go, don't stand beside me
Said Guwop ain't got eight figures, I feel like you're tryin' me
'Wop
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Gucci how you feel, like the richest n*gga ever
Twenty-seventeen, still the slickest n*gga ever
Ain't nobody in my lane, ain't nobody on my level
Leave the house without a strap, n*gga never f*ckin' ever
This a customized belt, so you would never f*ckin' ever
Let a b*tch stress me, I would never f*ckin' ever
Let a n*gga press me, I would never f*ckin' ever
They say never say never but I never f*ckin' ever
(It's Gucci!)