Fiends Callin’ lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro]
Yeah, hah
Shawty Paid

[Chorus]
Pop up like a dolphin, get to tossin'
Hurry up and buy because this dope I got is awesome
Scraping up the sides, might put a n*gga in his coffin
I'm up and I ain't fallin', the fiends callin'
This dope, it got me stuck
Just hit the hood, the junkies finger f*ck it
I know we don't look stuck
But don't forget that we are all a robber
Ain't f*ckin' on these sl*ts, man
Put that b*tch on a one way plane with a hundred duffle
If she can move a thousand bales we might can be a couple

[Verse 1]
I'm a Benz n*gga, I don't want no f*ckin' Charger
I was 16, givin' hundreds to the barber
I think it's in my genes, servin' fiends is a problem
The AR got a beam, I left a scene up in the Porsche
Pick up the spork, grab the fork
Break it all down, ain't taking no short
Jubilee heads down, pull up the court
Louis V tennis, checkerboard
None of my cars is rented
Twenty-five pointers on these tennis, vert on inches
Came in this b*tch a chemist
Looks assault us if you like attention
Put sixes on the Bentley
Icy pendant, please don't get offended
This new Glock, it hold like fifty rounds up in it
It might kill a witness
AP cost sixty
So the pigeons got me a f*ckin' lil' picky
Pull up with the doors back
On the minivan, stickin' out them blickies
[Chorus]
Pop up like a dolphin, get to tossin'
Hurry up and buy because this dope I got is awesome
Scraping up the sides, might put a n*gga in his coffin
I'm up and I ain't fallin', the fiends callin'
Pop up like a dolphin, get to tossin'
Hurry up and buy because this dope I got is awesome
Scraping up the sides, might put a n*gga in his coffin
I'm up and I ain't fallin', the fiends callin'

[Verse 2]
I can't buy no Balmains, so much sh*t in my closet
Damn, I just left the gun range, I practice on my target
I'm all about my chump change like what's that in this pocket?
b*tch, I came in to sock it, cookin' up that sh*t my hobby
I know these n*ggas wanna rob me, but I came with the shotty
I really live this sh*t I'm rappin', wrap plastic and that's no cappin'
Hit his block, make a disaster, my b*tches thick, got they masters
b*tch, you f*ckin' with a trapper, tuition don't even matter
Keep gettin' rich, you little bast*rd, remixin' the hidden faster
No fitnesses in the fortune, a tip and it's on the dresser
The sticks in the hemi slidin' and killin' like we some rebels
On another level, hit the parking lot, hopped out, another bezel

[Chorus]
Pop up like a dolphin, get to tossin'
Hurry up and buy because this dope I got is awesome
Scraping up the sides, might put a n*gga in his coffin
I'm up and I ain't fallin', the fiends callin'
This dope, it got me stuck
Just hit the hood, the junkies finger f*ck it
I know we don't look stuck
But don't forget that we are all a robber
Ain't f*ckin' on these sl*ts, man
Put that b*tch on a one way plane with a hundred duffle
If she can move a thousand bales we might can be a couple
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