A-Plus lyrics

by

Gucci Mane


[Intro]
A-Plus (Paper Route Empire)
Plug n*gga get your cake up (You know what's happenin')
We smokin' on that A-Plus (If it ain't about the money)
Uh-uh (My n*gga, I'm super cool, haha)
Young Dolph (Thick b*tch with me got that A-Plus)
DJ Rocksteddy, Teknikz a motherf*ckin' DJ (It's Dolph)
Turn up

[Bridge]
I'm flyin' through the city in a two-seater (Skrrt)
Runnin' red lights pourin' up syrup (Teknikz)
Thick b*tch with me poppin' pain killers (Hahaha)
I'm smokin' loud A.K.A. that brain killer
Bought a house in the hood to sell kush there (Loud)
Five Franklyns for my Prada footwear (Stupid)
My family infested with dope fiends
Guess it run in my genes cause I'm sprung on codeine
The bad b*tches show me love, them broke n*ggas hatin' (f*ck 'em)
Snitches tellin' on me got the feds investigatin' (Yeah)
The illest n*gga in my city n*gga, straight up (Uh-huh)
These lil' n*ggas mid grade, Dolph A-Plus
Paper Route Empire
Every thing we do grade A, n*gga (Thick b*tch with me got that A-Plus)
We smokin' A-Plus, bad b*tches A-Plus (Yeah)
And our hustle A-Plus, n*gga (It's Dolph)
[Verse 1]
I'm flyin' through the city in a two-seater (Skrrt)
Runnin' red lights pourin' up syrup
Thick b*tch with me poppin' pain killers (Hahaha)
I'm smokin' loud A.K.A. that brain killer
Bought a house in the hood to sell kush there (Loud)
Five Franklyns for my Prada footwear (Stupid)
My family infested with dope fiends
Guess it run in my genes cause I'm sprung on codeine
The bad b*tches show me love, them broke n*ggas hatin' (f*ck 'em)
Snitches tellin' on me got the feds investigatin' (Yeah)
The illest n*gga in my city n*gga, straight up (Uh-huh)
These lil' n*ggas mid grade, Dolph A-Plus (Word)

[Chorus]
First thing first when I wake up (What you do?)
I brush my teeth and roll a blunt of A-Plus (yeah)
Plus you sold Kush he make you wanna lay us (sh*t)
I told lil' mama, b*tch you got that A-Plus (A-Plus)
A-Plus (A-Plus), A-Plus
She off the chain with it, I get her a A-Plus (A-Plus)
A-Plus (A-Plus), A-Plus
I pull up with the calculator, I'm servin' A-Plus

[Verse 2]
I pull up with the calculator the service strong
Got a ATL b*tch bad to the bone (Yeah)
Got a east Memphis yellowbone (Yeah)
And everythang I got, I got it on my own (word)
High top, Ferragamos laced up (Yeah)
So many Franklyns look like we just robbed a bank truck
In a 'Vette coupe rollin' up A-Plus (Now)
They try to copy but them n*ggas ain't us
Knowin' damn well they can’t do the sh*t like we do (Woah)
P-U to them Pee-Wees I'm in the air I don't see you (f*ck 'em)
I told lil' mama she bad, she say come get a rearview (Haha)
She gave me that A-Plus and I buy that b*tch a new hair-do (Word)
[Chorus]
First thing first when I wake up (What you do?)
I brush my teeth and roll a blunt of A-Plus (yeah)
Plus you sold Kush he make you wanna lay us (sh*t)
I told lil' mama, b*tch you got that A-Plus (A-Plus)
A-Plus (A-Plus), A-Plus
She off the chain with it, I get her a A-Plus (A-Plus)
A-Plus (A-Plus), A-Plus
I pull up with the calculator, I'm servin' A-Plus
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