Gucci Shotgun lyrics

[Intro:]
Ultimate b*tch
It's a new day, b*tch, mane
Pretty boy, you feel me?
Yeah man, it's your boy Lil B man
I'm rockin' on these n*ggas, strong arming
You feel me? Still gutta with it
Still asleep, still waking up sh*t daily man
In that dream...

[Verse 1:]
I punish b*tches, I put Glocks on n*ggas
It could be your f*cking kid that feel that f*cking trigger
I came up so fast, I got whiplash
Passed the game so fast and I stole the cash
I hit a lick so big I'm a goon again
Now I'mma thug f*cking harder than I ever did
The game up and down, n*gga, like the stock market
My mixtape game, n*gga, it's the block market
I never play for money
I got no paper, my money in my family
I got judged before the f*cking court of law
Just took a couple deals for the money scandalous

[Interlude]
You know what I'm saying? You know them judges take that (You gon' come up boy)
I'm gangsta, man, you know we got that money
If you really connected to them bills, you feel me, them millions, you playin' them games
[Verse 2: Lil B]
I'm ... young, and I'm in California
I'm a California boy with the Gucci shotgun
Uzi shotgun, I usually pop one
I put suckas underground like them indie movies
Any movie I'm in, this sh*t's real
Look me in my eyes, b*tch, because my hustle's real
I pop suckas over issue
Like E-40, I'll take a life over my f*cking issue
Like E-40, I love my n*ggas too
I've never been a petty thief but I sell a brick flat
b*tch'll never speak, I use to buy
Fake Jordans all up in the streets
Now I'm that street n*gga that could buy the f*cking sweep
I beat the b*tch, or I beat my ... (never, n*gga)

[Outro]
I'm too gangsta n*gga, no homo n*gga
That's for you pus*y ass n*ggas man
These n*ggas gettin' holes, we gettin' money you feel me
Poppin' bottles, n*gga, we do whatever I do man
You know what I'm saying? Pick and choose the game n*gga
Ultimate b*tch, n*gga