Many screw up in this b*tch dropping cash on it, cash on it
Watch so sick, my chain so sick that all my …
I fall soon in a big zippy day that all my cuffs got scratches on ‘em
Who’s your b*tch? She’s super retched, keep that getting lock, waiting to break it
Hood n*gga, I’m super classy, she can’t pass no beauty pageant
But she got stupid ass and my gas against the package
Head it to that package stole, I had to drop off that extra baggage
45 oh, look at them racks, oh yeah my pass got …
Grew up in this b*tch, pull a do-up in this b*tch
And I’m bringing track round back in hip hop in this b*tch
As I pushed up with my walling stuff I had to go get some blunt squeeze
Call me Gucci Mane, Gucci two times
But I only can f*ck you once, b*tch
All my n*ggas got money on ‘em
Couple these n*ggas got warrants on ‘em
All these n*ggas got pistols on ‘em
Your hoe got her eyes on ‘em
All these n*ggas got pending charges
All these n*ggas got suspended licenses
All my n*ggas got stupid goons
And all my n*ggas be super icy
Super, super duper icy
Walking, wanna change air like lightning
Yo, slip on looking at them
Caught you emotional, looking frightened
I just bought you 100 pounds
I’mma need me some Philly tigers
I think I should cop it right
‘Cause half of these n*ggas out here be biting
Gucci Mane cool and the boy go fool
But I swear to God, man, I don’t like it
When I see the lid I’mma shoot ‘em all
Better bring your gun and leave your knife
Take my advice out
n*gga, make my day, don’t see your night
n*gga, pray every day before you leave your house
Get killed in your boots ‘cause you like that light
Gucci Mane love them dirty n*gga
All my n*ggas talk dirty pistols, in your chair in 30 minutes
Seeing them smoke 200 swishers
Get to the club like beating n*ggas, pushing against 200 pistols
Life full of product, got a pocket full of money
And that goddamn b*tch gonna yank it quicker
Grew up in this b*tch, pull a do-up in this b*tch
And I’m bringing track round back in hip hop in this b*tch
As I pushed up with my walling stuff I had to go get some blunt squeeze
Call me Gucci Mane, Gucci two times
But I only can f*ck you once, b*tch
All my n*ggas got money on ‘em
Couple these n*ggas got warrants on ‘em
All these n*ggas got pistols on ‘em
Your hoe got her eyes on ‘em
All these n*ggas got pending charges
All these n*ggas got suspended licenses
All my n*ggas got stupid goons
And all my n*ggas be super icy
Call me Gucci Mane, Gucci two times
But I only can f*ck you once, b*tch