Angry lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
TM, silent, it's Gucci
It's Guwop, living legend
Huh, huh, huh
Damn, huh, huh
It's Gucci

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Turn me onto a big enough lick and I'ma learn to love you
Put that chopper in your name so I gotta f*ck you
If you f*ck my homeboy then I can never trust you
Give a shoutout to my new b*tch, she a f*cking hustler
I got a new b*tch, I got a new b*tch
Yeah I’m riding 'round the city with my new b*tch
Got my old ho mad, she a broke b*tch
And plus I got the kind of money that we both rich
Jump out the yacht b*tch, we going shopping
I bought three cars, four she got options
I’m not popping, but she Gucci
She told me baby get them n*ggas, they pus*y

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I’m an arrogant son of a b*tch
I’m a dirty son of a b*tch
I can be good to you baby
I buy Roleys for the clique
I’m a neighborhood n*gga
I’m a no good n*gga
I f*ck with Hollywood court but ain’t no Hollywood n*gga
I’m an arrogant son of a b*tch
I’m a dirty son of a b*tch
I can be good to you baby
I buy Roleys for the clique
I’m a neighborhood n*gga
I’m a no good n*gga
I f*ck with Hollywood court but ain’t no Hollywood n*gga
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Riding 'round LA with my new b*tch
Counting blue face hundreds, hit a few licks
Hit the trap, bounce, whip a few bricks
Baby fall back, you know I does this
Think it’s all fun and games, just music
Till a n*gga pull up, get to shooting
Fredo ain’t getting money, man that’s nonsense
On Front Street, got the trap jumping
I can front your work depending what you’re copping
If you run off then I’m sendin' a f*cking goblin
Got Tec-9s, AKs in my closet
It’s just in case a n*gga cross me on that opp sh*t

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I’m an arrogant son of a b*tch
I’m a dirty son of a b*tch
I can be good to you baby
I buy Roleys for the clique
I’m a neighborhood n*gga
I’m a no good n*gga
I f*ck with Hollywood court but ain’t no Hollywood n*gga
I’m an arrogant son of a b*tch
I’m a dirty son of a b*tch
I can be good to you baby
I buy Roleys for the clique
I’m a neighborhood n*gga
I’m a no good n*gga
I f*ck with Hollywood court but ain’t no Hollywood n*gga
[Verse 3: Lil Reese]
Tell that n*gga don’t ride past if he the opposite
I’m a neighborhood n*gga, you an opp b*tch
3 hunna, 64th, yeah we be dropping sh*t
She a neighborhood b*tch, yeah she a block b*tch
She been around the block, yeah that’s the block b*tch
I spin around the block, I got my Glock and sh*t
Spin right back on your block, you better not be on it
Any n*gga getting seen, yeah we on it
3hunna that’s the team, yeah we own it
Got killers, kill your dream, n*gga we on that
It’s a hundred band jugg right there and we on that
3hunna that’s the team, yeah we own that

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
I’m an arrogant son of a b*tch
I’m a dirty son of a b*tch
I can be good to you baby
I buy Roleys for the clique
I’m a neighborhood n*gga
I’m a no good n*gga
I f*ck with Hollywood court but ain’t no Hollywood n*gga
I’m an arrogant son of a b*tch
I’m a dirty son of a b*tch
I can be good to you baby
I buy Roleys for the clique
I’m a neighborhood n*gga
I’m a no good n*gga
I f*ck with Hollywood court but ain’t no Hollywood n*gga