Come Up Boys lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Verse 1: La The Darkman]
n*ggas, I'm sick of them, hoes, throw di*k at them
Countin drug money, with a PHD curriculum
Ain't no stickin em, ain't no trickin em
No TIP, I'm Mike Vick'in em
As if, puff my splif
You wanna ball, I'm Dr. Naismith
I'm DatPiff.com, I'm the bomb
n*gga, I'm a killer, put my hand on the Kur'an
Hundred Gs on the arm, hundred Gs on the charm
Big black n*gga, who like (?)
Don't speak to pawns, only confidants
I'm under investagation, like Berry Bonds
Kiss my wife, hug my moms
Characteristics of a don
War like Vietnam
I blast the fifth, then plead the fifth
Like Diddy say, "no b*tchassness"
La!

[Verse 2: Willie The Kid]
Caviar wishes, Madoosa on my dishes
Chillin with my n*ggas, let me introduce the b*tches
Atlanta party, takin pictures with the b*tches
n*ggas actin like the game came with the glitches
I never flintch, too big for my briches
Marol Lintch money, tryna dodge Willie lintches
Willie The Kid chain bright like the Big Dipper
I'm a star, sippin Yak off the snifter
In my opinion's stiffer, with the drifter
Only f*ck with the mediat fam members
We tight like the zippers on the Members Only jacket
Sharp as a cactus, sandpaper raps, tryna match up my tablit
What you call rappin, I call talkin practice
Call it how I see it, gotta live it to be it
The weed Caribbean, the guns European
And if I wasn't rappin, I'd probably studdy law
And in my spare time, writin for the Final Call
Welcome to the NSC, the SSR
Hey MG, we the best by far
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