GUCCI MANE – Without Me

Huh
(holiday laughing)
Wassup
It’s yo boy gucci
1017
Gwap
Drop top shawty
BRRR
Holiday – we back

[Verse 1]
I smoke like I’m cheech n chong
Sell dope like nicki bunz
Tats on my naked arm
Like my kush very strong
Gucci I’m such a don
Tell em’ I’m having fun
(BRRR-BRRR BRRR BRRR-BRRR BRRR)
(BURRRRRR)
Holiday – lets get postal rap
Gucci – racks
HOLIDAY SEASON SHRIMPS

I smoke like I’m cheech n chong
Sell dope like nicki bunz
Tats on my naked arm
Like my kush very strong
Gucci I’m such a don
Tell em’ I’m having fun
I’m having such a run
I threw 10,000 ones
I’m the trap king kong
My jeans got dem wings on em’
Tell them to be moaning
I’m servin’ clean huuuh
High as a skydiver
Brick in the piledriver
Used to stand a pilot and serve all the truck drivers (scrrrd scrrrd)
I whip up that white flour
Zip up that white powder
Twist up that green ganja
More money, more damn power
A solider dies once, but 10,000 does for a coward
Miamis my second home, I’m shopping [?]

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ lean and feelin’ drowsy (huuh)
But what would the game be without me (gucci)
I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy (damn)
I see your diamonds very cloudy (huh)
But what would the game be without me
I’m sippin’ lean and feelin’ drowsy
I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy
I see your diamonds very cloudy

[Verse 2]
I got these girls goin’ crazy like I was elvis niggah
They call me gucci gwap and I’m one hell of a niggah
Got them chickens for sale
Shit I can tell that you figure
I’m like infamous niggah, call me I deliver
I fuck your girl, and
You scream and put that shit on your twitter
And I slap it and jiggle I cut her off now she bitter
I’m the creme of the crop, bitch I’m the pick of the litter (gucci)
Now she bringing her niggah, I wish that I never hit her
She didn’t have no ambition, she didn’t have no protection
I pay her no attention, but that make it an issue
Wanna cry hears some tissue
You’s a liar say I kissed her
Confront gucci bout a bitch and you get slapped wit a pistol (gucci!)

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ lean and feelin’ drowsy (huuh)
But what would the game be without me (gucci)
I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy (damn)
I see your diamonds very cloudy (huh)
But what would the game be without me
I’m sippin’ lean and feelin’ drowsy
I bet your girlfriend pussy lousy
I see your diamonds very cloudy

[Outro]
Huuhh
Yaa
You heard it niggah
Its GUCCI
Huuh
Stupid money
Crazy jewelry
Fast life
Beautiful women
Ziggy
1017

GUCCI MANE feat. Verse Simmonds – Wish You Would

Freak freak
Let me be your freak
Touch my toes
You can have this beat
I like when you bad
‘Cause it feels so good
Bring it back
I wish you would

[Chorus:]
Freak freak
Let me be your freak
Touch your toes
Let me get that beat
Like when you bad
But it feels so good
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would

[Verse 1:]
It’s Gucci, Go
Bring it back
Bring it back
Pull up in a Vette
Jet black
Ass fat, I done met my match
I need a girl in the bed with a butterfly tat
Bring it back
Bring it back
Pull up in a Vette
Jet black
Ass fat, I done met my match
I need a girl in the bed with a butterfly tat

[Verse 2:]
Her pass me by I won’t let that
Got a hundred stacks you respect that
Spent a hundred stacks I regret that
At a strip club where we met at
He a star girl ’cause dress pretty
Can’t help it he’ll need an exit
Money suspect, change the subject
But I control the girl like a puppet

[Chorus:]
It’s Gucci
Freak freak
Let me be your freak
Touch your toes
Let me get that beat
Like when you bad
But it feels so good
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would

[Verse 3:]
Burrr
She’s a nympho so she loved it
Broke up and he loves it
Come to me with that fuck shit
Get your wig split in public
I met your bitch in public
On aisle 9 by the toothpicks
We left there, hit Ruth’s Chris
She sucked dick like she toothless
He a busy bee on Tuesdays
I’m easy E, I’m ruthless
Hoe deuces and juices
I’m too high, I’m woozy

[Chorus:]
Gucci
Freak freak
Let me be your freak
Touch your toes
Let me get that beat
Like when you bad
But it feels so good
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would
I wish you would
I wish you would
Bring it back
I wish you would

[Outro:]
Freak freak
Let me be your freak
Touch my toes
You can have this beat
I like when you bad
‘Cause it feels so good
Bring it back
I wish you would

GUCCI MANE feat. Waka Flocka – Walking Lick

Quiet
No man, I can’t be quiet
Shit every time I talk that’s brig fair
Holiday season bitch
Holiday
See that’s twenty eight five right there ha ha
Mike Will made it
Yo Gucci
I know you looking like bout ten burns
We walk in the club nigger
You know this
Holiday season
Trap back baby
The streets is hungry
Let’s go

[Verse 1:]
80 grand in my Robin jeans
It’s hot outside but I’m cooling it
Top on now but I’m losing it
Mind gone with a foreign chick
With a Tech-9, with a cooling kit
Had the black jeans with wings on em
Gucci shoes… No shoes strings!
Say every word mean two things
So the white girl is my boo thing
Cause all come in due time
I’m in a drop head at the blue flan
And I don’t wanna see no new faces
Cause I don’t like to learn no new names
I goto sleep in foreign places
Wake up count big faces
Stuff cash in suitcases,
Pillow cases I’m two faced

[Chorus:]
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit.

[Verse 2:]
Millionaire with True’s on
I’m a stash house with shoes on
Put a million dollars in my new home
And a quarter million in my trap house
Put a half of mill in your bank account
You can serve dope in my zone
Cooking to work with them gloves on
So the jocks can get that grub on
I’m a OG with a capital letters
On capital add with white letters
In a 68′ Camaro, no top on
I’m put together, I got salt and pepper
No Spinderella, Stupid cheese
That’s Mozzarella Bust ‘em open,
Put ‘em back together
Then sell it to you ahead of schedule

[Chorus:]
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit.

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka]
I heard the price tag on my head (flocka)
I’m a walking lick (flocka)
Nigga come and try
You gon end up dead bitch
(Uh huh) yeah road kill
My nigga they so for real
Twenty minutes from my hood
I don’t need no house on the hill (Spank)
Reaching for my tech
Your mama better write your will
Shit gon get ugly my youngest pop bout two pills (ROLLING!)
Real nigga before and with this record deal
Me and Gucci Mane bitch we hard to kill.

[Chorus:]
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
I’m a walking lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit
Walking Lick,
I’m a talking brick talking shit.

GUCCI MANE feat. Slim Dunkin, Wooh The Kid & Waka Flocka – Trick Or Treat

[car peeling out] [car revs then peels out]
(“Listen to the track bitch!”) It’s Gucci
Funky feet (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek (tweakin) it’s super street
It’s a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat

[Gucci Mane]
I flee the broads, stars and cars look like they just broke in the mall
Home girl seen my auto mall and said let’s go and have a ball
Hold applause change your drawers, Big Gucci not Santa Clause
Young’uns might just break the law, whole Squad be like “Damn the law”
If what you seen ain’t what you saw, Scary Movie, Saw 3
East Atlanta, whassup Santa, Alabama ride with me
Glock nine on me, hot rod lonely
Gucci ridin double wides, tractor-trailers, ponies
What’chu mean? Bag of beans, same boy from the magazines
Two AK’s three magazines, make a stupid horror scene
Orange Ferrari, purple trees, whippin like on gold D’s
Pimpin like I’m Goldie, listenin to the oldies
It’s Gucci!

[Chorus]
Funky feet (funky feet) funky feet
Pull up with that stupid beat, orange Camaro trick or treat
Stupid geek… it’s super street
It’s a Super Sport nigga, trick or treat
Look at me, nigga look at me
Pull up in my new Ferrari, pull up and say trick or treat
And after a week, I cop another skreet
A pretty car, nigga, trick or treat

[Wooh Da Kid]
Okay our whip, our feet, ridin down our street
But got the broma{?}er’y T, turn your wife into a freak
Snatch the mighty iron whip, I gotta eat nigga
You lookin sweet nigga {click clack} trick or treat nigga
Trunk on thunder, candy paint mumble
Why your tint so dark? Bitch I’m ridin under
This Brick Squad, nigga what it do
Ye ain’t Brick Squad pussy nigga who is you?
Money over e’rythang, even you
If the General call then you better shoot
BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK BLAK, you know the dump
Wooh Da Kid and Guc’ truth gon’ pop the trunk

[Chorus]

[Slum Dunkin]
Louis Vuitton, come take a flick
You ain’t takin shit, but you can take a click
It’s a nightmare when I pop up
Got the top cut wit’cho lady chick
We super geeked, I’m hella high
Her mouth wet but mine stupid dry
I’m movin slow like a zombie
while she woppin me, she boppin me
Got black ice, call me Black Ice, really heavy around my neck
I just blackout, call me Blackout, look and shot at a nigga that flex
Now I’m bustin at him, I’m gunnin at him
He runnin real quick with those funky feet
He dead man, I’m toe taggin
I’m a black bag him in white sheets
I’m a flatline him, it’s over with
And he ain’t comin back, no heartbeat (ADIOS!)
Brick Squad some rude boys
Don’t play around, don’t fuck with them
I pull up on your block
Let some shots off, you stuck with them
I’m a G-A, N-G, S-T, A

[Chorus]

[Waka Flocka Flame]
All these {?} girls call me wantin to fuck
And Monique {?} the old ladies wanna fuck me
I poke you to death like Chucky
Came up in one year they say I’m lucky, FLOCKA!
Semi little hussy {?} that’s a get money getter
All my girls got Waka Flocka on they {?}
Don’t need a school girl, need a down-ass slut
Ten pack of bills I wanna roll and bite
Fuck police, fuck police, no license on me
In the club V.I.P. no ID cuz got funky feet
Ten left, twenty right, dead guys on me
I’m on E, it’s Olde E, I think I’m ’bout to O.D.
Some fly girls wanna swat me
And it’s gettin out of hand like I lost my arm
Off the chain like I lost my job
Hold my lotto ticket, girls love my charm
Ballin like pimps, shit doesn’t switch
{?} ill, they love my sign
And I think I’m James Brown I got funky feet
Say Flock can’t rap, I don’t motherfuckin care
FLOCKA!

[Chorus]

GUCCI MANE – Thank You

Drum Squad and Gucci
Gucci Mane and Drumma
Bankrolls got dumber
Cause we ain’t getting no younger
Comma after comma
Comma after comma
Comma after comma
It’s Gucci Mane and Drumma

[Hook:]
Fell in love with bricks
Damn, I love my club
My girlfriend broke up with me
Cause she said she tired of them drugs
Hang around with thugs
Make a move with g’s
I’m a stack my cheese
And I’m a sell my p’s
Yeah, I’m from the A
A lot of B’s and C’s
That’s Bloods and Crips
Can’t forget GD’s
Pause the track for a second
I just wanna say thank you
All this money I made
I don’t wanna be ungrateful

[Verse 1:]
My earrings ten kilos
I’m going crazy like Cee-Lo
Stack a whole bunch of zeroes
But don’t go tell my P.O
My dope got a vertical
It jump from the free-throw
My kush got a real loud smell
You could smell the shit from Rio
Count a hundred in serial
Peanut butter interior
My jewelry game on Frigidaire
My watch cold as Siberia
Gucci Mane, is you serious?
Hell yeah, I’m serious
Red watch with the red chain
My diamonds on they period
I’m thugged out and I’m plugged in
These other niggas is suspect
Don’t know who let all these scrubs in
My top down but I’m upset
All hundreds, got no change
He wanna change the subject
Millionaire with a mansion
But I came up in the projects

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
All the money I made
I don’t wanna be ungrateful
Shout out to my blood
I wanna tell him thank you
Thank you for them drugs
Thank you for them bails
Thank you for them bricks
Got to use my scale
Got to check my pack
Got to run up my sacks
Got ballplayer money, nigga, check my stats
That’s a well-known fact
I’m a cook it up like this
Work my wrist like that
Got a old-school in this black
Rapper and trapper, wear two hats
I got dirty money like Diddy
Need to wash them stacks with Ajax
Call me Gucci Mane, it’s my city
Close the curtains in my Maybach
Diamonds dancing with the stars
Got ‘em glancing at the ice
Pockets fat as Kelly Price
And I love selling white
Gucci!

[Hook]

GUCCI MANE – Super Cocky

[Hook:]
I’m super duper stupid cocky
My wrist super duper rocky
Rocky like the rocky mountains
Make it rain water fountains
Damn she got a stupid body
I just popped a super molly
Twin Ferraris got em thinkin
I’m down with illuminati
Say you sorry beg ya pardon
Gucci tooled I pack a garden
Ridin foreign rockin ralph lauren
Call me liberaci
Louie key chain belt and wallet
Shoes and jeans and hat versace
Gucci back so who can stop
I cant lie I’m super cocky

[Verse 1:]
I got money in every pocket in my cargos
Pull up in a largo call me gucci fargo
Sold so many dueces I should have a bar code
Pj to las vegas want a half a mill at cosmos
Fucked so many bitches dip my dick in rose gold
Suicide doors on a rolls and you know
That I had to go get the brain blowed
They say gucci mane so hard but shawty local
Never rap the same flow and never hit the same hoe
Heard yo nigga in some money but he lame doe
Yo boyfriends a lamo the egg beaters my logo
Imma ruth-a-less I’m da gucci miss!
I put diamonds all in my crucifix
Yall know how I do the shit treat
A r&b bitch like a groupie bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Gucci mane make super profit
Yo girlfriend is jocky jocky
I know what you read about me
I heard what you said about me
Bitches think I’m feedin pigeons
Cause I keep that bread around me
10 bitches and only me this girl
Is gettin some head beside me
First I let her drive the car
Then I let her ride the star
On the bar don’t own her bra
I swear that girl a porno star
Yo boyfriend gotta loaner car
Ménage à trois I’m up to par
Stay stupid fresh I’m extra sharp
I swear he cross dress grandma ma
I’m on yo break lets go to lunch
She ate my balls like crunch and munch
Pull up clean I love to stunt
The backs the front the fronts the trunk
Buy a pint to spike the punch
Smoke out the pound we cram the blunts
Scram if you ain’t servin grams
I still got what them junkies want

[Hook]

GUCCI MANE – Spread The Word

Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Is Gucci
Burr
Holiday Season

All this money out here,
Gotta get it
Price so cheap
Holiday Season, nigga

[Verse 1:]
When it’s winter time I fly to where its summer time
Spend a hundred grand at any given time of day
So much cash on me you think I robbed an armored truck
Smoking kush in front of twelve like we don’t give a fuck
Want some trap shit you came to the right place
In a V state traffickin these cali grapes
I’m a king I swear that I should play for Sacramento
Put a hit on you, yo hoe, and all the folks you kin to
Treat my cars just like my house, put curtains on my window
So much codeine in the sprite, it look like Pepto-Bismol
Miss me with all of that gossip and innuendo
They say my diamond chain is ill they say that I’m a sicko
Made a hundred thousand dollars standing at the citgo
You bust it open you see crystals sparkling in the middle
And I never stopped drinkin nigga ’cause I’m not a quitter
And when I hit the club I hit it with a bunch of killers

[Chorus:]
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
That trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man
Gucci mane La Flare I got old money, (old money)
And I’ma be a hustling’ ass old man, old man
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low I’m at a loss for words
I know you niggas heard I got them Georgia birds
23.5 Nigga spread the word
Holiday Season Nigga

[Verse 2:]
Fuck with me you know I got that Charlie Sheen
Hundred pints of purple that’s a lot of lean
Got 2000 pounds of swag look like I cut the grass
He said the robbin crew gon snatch me but that made me laugh
So many bank rolls in my ride this pockets bout to bust
Walking trought the mall and smelling like a pound of kush
I got thirty grand on me and a.40 Cal
I’m in a Louie V store signing autographs
My plug text me sayin he just came
I text him back my nigga I’ll be on my way
I’m selling most skilled that’s fine digger
Got a four bedroom with like twelve kitchens
And ain’t no broke niggas coming to my house
Got that white girl call her Amy Winehouse
Old school 7 4 costs a town house
Better bring ‘em pounds before I bring the 9 out

[Chorus:]
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man
Gucci mane the flayer I got all money, all money
And I’m a be a hustler as old man, old man
This one dedicated to the dope boys
Price so low I’m at a loss for words
I know you nigga heard I got them joyner birds
23.5 Nigga spread the word
Holiday Season Nigga
My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy
That trap boy then turned into a dope man

GUCCI MANE feat. Future – Sometimes

[Gucci]
I know God can’t be mad at me
Because all the blessing he gave me!
Riding around with my top down I’m looking up at the galaxy (stars)
A lot of girls can’t stand me, They don’t really understand me
Can’t get half of my Phantom, Can’t get half of my mansion
Lost my homie to gunfire, Nigga part of my empire
Ever since that day I’ve been arriving late like a vampire
People say I’m a addict, got a lot of bad habits (true)
I love smoking that broccoli, & i love stacking that cabbage
Shout out to my jeweler, Damn he’s such a good jeweler
Shout out to my shooter, Damn he’s such a good shooter
Every car that I ride, Clean from bumper to bumper
Every time that I slide, Throw my top in the dumpster
I’m OG, yous a youngster, Got more guns then contra
More chains then Buster, & More hoes then Usher
It’s Gucci Mane & Drama, So that means more commas
I’m hands on like a laptop, Get your cap popped this summer (Gucci)

Sometimes I, I feel good
I be in the hood, I just ride by
Sometimes I, I feel bad
I be in the hood, Might do a drive-by
Sometimes I, I feel good
I be in the hood, I just ride by
Sometimes I, I be in the hood
& I’m feeling bad, Might do a drive-by

[Future]
Future got it bad, I’m a drug addict
Woke up seen a UFO, I’m a street fanatic
Money out the roof, I had it in the attic
Flyest nigga on the Earth, Astronaut status
Astronomical I’m phenomenal
Money doing flips, I’m talking summersaults
I catch you before summer, Aggravated assault
Winter time niggas come out with 20 dimes
Feel like I’m on a shroom, All this money in this room
Friday night lights, Chain still swinging
I’m a rock star, & I’m gang banging
Skulls everywhere, Spikes everywhere
Bloodhound for that money, Catch me anywhere
I went to space & left some niggas
I don’t fucking care
I should have went to Yale, The way I move a bail
Death before dishonor, I’ll never tell

Sometimes I, I feel good
I be in the hood, I just ride by
Sometimes I, I feel bad
I be in the hood, Might do a drive-by
Sometimes I, I feel good
I be in the hood, I just ride by
Sometimes I, I be in the hood
& I’m feeling bad, Might do a drive-by

GUCCI MANE feat. Shawty Lo & Alley Boy – Right Now

It’s Gucci
Let me introduce myself, ha
Squad
Burr
Southside you got you one
Bling Bow
Gucci on this mutha fucka nigga
Sizzle, Gucci
We goin in, right about now

Right now, Right now
You can get a hundred of them pounds nigga right now
Right now, Right now
I get cha 30/40 of them blocks nigga right now
It’s Gucci nigga

[Gucci Mane]
Right now, Right now you can get a hundred of them pounds nigga right now
Right now, Right now I get cha 30/40 of them blocks nigga right now
I get cha 30/40 blocks nigga right now
You can’t do it cause you don’t know how
I got them diamond chains on they like bling bow
When I pull them gualas out bitches scream wow
Gucci Mane a star, catch me in the bar with my entourage & we at the par
Me & Holiday on a Southside, with Southside, call it EA Pride
Zone 6 bitch, I got a lot of bricks
I talk cash shit, cause I do this shit
You want to do it bitch, then I’ll recruit you bitch
You want to shoot bitch, call Flock trick

Right now, Right now
You can get a hundred of them pounds nigga right now
Right now, Right now
I get cha 30/40 of them blocks nigga right now
It’s Gucci nigga
Right now, Right now
You can get a hundred of them pounds nigga right now

[Shawty Lo]
Nigga right now
Right now
Holliday what’s up nigga
I told ya nigga
LO
Befor Obama came, I swear I was the badest nigga
Yeaaa
Now 40 cost a whole million
You can get an order, right now
It’s enough to go around nigga, pipe down
Got a hundred pounds, on the back seat
Gotta make a play, meet me on the back streets
Get it an go, bye bye
I keep that crazy white, Lady Gaga
I got mob ties, I live a mob life
Trust Shawty Lo, & you’ll die tonight
Right now, Right now
You can get a hundred pounds right now
Bankkkhead!

Right now, Right now
You can get a hundred of them pounds nigga right now
Right now, Right now
I get cha 30/40 of them blocks nigga right now
It’s Gucci nigga
Right now, Right now
You can get a hundred of them pounds nigga right now

[Alley Boy]
Hundred bands right now, hit the strip right now
All my runts they trained to go I’m taking right now
Gotta fuck me right now, right here right now
Real niggas too rap, my ear rings 30 grand a pair
Alley Boy be hot now, my wrist done got me hot now
My auto-mark ain’t got no ice I’m hot now
Porno flick right now, please suck me right now
Pull it out anywhere, she told me skeet it anywhere
Making moves right now, my whole click we stuntin now
Me & Big Cat we strapped up now, spray it anywhere
Duct tape right now, the Don do it right now
DJ Holiday, Alley Boy, & Gucci Mane right now

Right now, Right now
You can get a hundred of them pounds nigga right now
Right now, Right now
I get cha 30/40 of them blocks nigga right now
It’s Gucci nigga
Right now, Right now
You can get a hundred of them pounds nigga right now

GUCCI MANE – Quiet

Holiday season

Quiet quiet quiet
And I’ll be being quiet quiet
I let my money talk for me cause I’ll be being quiet
Scoochy

[Verse 1:]
Do anybody know somebody who know somebody?
Who know somebody who know somebody who got the mollys
Karate Kid but I don’t even know karate
Kush got my eyes low like Mr. Miyagi
East Atlanta Santa, yeah my stomach fat and jolly
Fucked up 50 grand in Vegas with my nigga [?]
Got the battle of the bands going in my Robin’s
And if you think of robbin Gucci, you gon have some problems…
Servin pizza pies, all my pies got extra toppings
And I be shittin on all these niggas just like pigeon droppings
30 grand in all hundreds, I don’t do the wallet
And I’m about to fly to New York cause I’m going shoppin

[Bridge:]
I take a brick, break off a brick and cook a deuce
Way I’m beating up all these babies call it child abuse
Way I’m beating that white girl, that’s domestic violence
And my money talk for me cause I be being quiet

[Hook: x2]
Quiet, quiet, cause I be being quiet
I let my money talk for me because I’m being quiet

[Verse 2:]
Break a 4-way off a brick and then I’m bout to fry it
My money gettin obese, your shit is on a diet
I sip lean all day every day until the kid is tired
I make em search for that [?] cause this pussy’s wired
If you think you can defeat me, fuck it nigga, try it
I got squares all in my trunk I think he wanna buy it
Got a G-4 but I do not have no one to fly it
I’m so fly that I might stop rappin and be a pilot
Gucci Mane the shit and you can’t deny it
I got the game in a knot and you can’t untie it
I let my money do the talking, I be being quiet…
And I get money out the streets but keep my business private!

[Bridge]

[Hook x2]

GUCCI MANE feat. Rocko – Plain Jane

Holiday season, is Gucci
Holiday season, is Gucci
Plain Jane, plain Jane
Ppplain Jane, plain Jane

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I know my body took a lot of -EHH
Lungs smoke a lot of stink
Bladder piss a lot of pink
Cause that lean I like to drink
My face got a lot of tats
My girl got a lot of gold
My mouth talk a lot of shit
My dick fuck a lot of hoes
My stomach be filled with shrimp
Legs limping like a pimp
Gazelles on my fuckin’ frame
Ways all in my temp
My mind it be on the prize
Hands on with the 9
My trap house it keep a line
Cause I’m sellin’ “Dunkin Highs”
Gucci Mane a millionaire
My house I be seldom there
I always be on the road
Bank account got several O’s
My britches be true religion
In my kitchen cookin’ chickens
Smoking Swishers bustin’ Phillies
Bought two ‘Rarri’s spent the million

[Hook:]
This watch right here cost ninety thousand Plain Jane
But I’m a put some rocks up in it anyway
You haters they gon’ hate on you like anyway
So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
Anyway anyway anyway
I dumped her I can find another any day
Any day anyway anyway anyway
It’s not that hot outside but I’m a drop it anyway

[Verse 2: Rocko]
Maybach’s in way back
Said way back yes it’s out back
I mean out back my spent bitch
She’s got a fat ass and some big tits
I fuck with her cause her ass in
With hew blow cause her ass in my Louis V shades
Plus it match the Ace of Spades
Oh newborns talking automats
Got two one plain chain one ice though
Nigger try it meat knock some lights out
Got goonies but I’m hands-on run a check up my man zone
That is A1 LBG free bossy free pinchy
You don’t want to stand in the way
Your house the size of my condo I just rap
Shit for the fun hoe last over time free Rocko
Young dimes so old school to where street songs
Where the money at I want some songs
You main bitch and your little sis
You know what time it is nigger it’s three some

[Hook:]
This watch right here cost ninety thousand Plain Jane
But I’m a put some watch off in it anyway
You haters they gonna hate on you like in a way
So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
Anyway in a way anyway way
I thought that I can find another any day
Any day in a way anyway in a way
It’s not that hot outside but I’m a drop it anyway

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I drop the top like, “Fuck it”
I’m not in no lil’ Cutlass
I pull up in a “What the… fuck I don’t know was it”
I know it cost my budget
I know the bitches love it
I got haters disgusted
I’m smoking on that mustard
I’m east Atlanta and I say it loud
Got a black Ferrari because I’m black and proud
I got a yellow one, it’s like salt and pepper
When I put ‘em together they stand out
I’m a biker, hitchhiker- That’s what you are with your thumb out
Got a Spyker with some rims on it, and the back tires they poke out
Got a lighter? Let me borrow that so I can smoke me on this ganja!
Versace shades- Stevie Wonder. Can’t see these niggas they under
Your label’s a sandcastle: it’s about to crumble
Like Barry Sanders don’t fumble
It’s Gucci Mane knockin numbers (Gucci!)

[Hook:]
This watch right here cost ninety thousand Plain Jane
But I’m a put some watch off in it anyway
You haters they gonna hate on you like in a way
So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway
Anyway in a way anyway way
I thought that I can find another any day
Any day in a way anyway in a way
It’s not that hot outside but I’m a drop it anyway

[Outro:]
Show some DJ fate my nigga
Know what I wanna do
We working

GUCCI MANE – Opposite

One time my big dog coach K
You still wanna do
My nigger twin
My nigger Mojo
Oh it’s holiday season nigger
One test
BG [?]

Gucci was sick no antitode
Their wrist the size of cantaloupe
I’m a close my home boy LO
God damn this Shorty got a camel toe
I don’t have a zone like a iPhone or a laptop or a iPad
So I make money like a ball player
So my pockets look like five pair
I’m a mad at the field put the truck in the real
Five mill yea that’s Gucci
Smoke a blunt pop a pill
Start a line
Who cares?
Get the popcorn out, it’s a movie
Sir Mixalot, Sir Drinksalot
Got a big ol’ watch as my time clock
Push the button in my tall drop
And I ain’t even had to go to no chop shop

You niggers think the same I think the opposite
Put my trunk in the front that’s the opposite
Alright, good spread the paint her chocolate
Steering wheel on the side that’s the opposite
Gucci Mane south side thinking opposite
Little stack in cabins but I’m smoking broccoli
You gon pay or eat the box on the opposite
I-I-I’m a record cut her off that’s the opposite

Money don’t make me I make money
These niggers fronting I’m too real
Smoke big stank got big bank
I’m heart-stopping
I’m hard t kill
Like a hundred million ain’t God willing
Leave a hundred million to my little children
Got no ceiling and no feelings
I’m the truth nigger that’s what it is
Got two million on my ice bill
Roll ‘em cause I’m on two pills
I’m throwing money like a wind mill
I’m so cold lower in the windshield
In the Maseratti I’m count the row
Me and Mojo and I’m blowing drow
Cause you’re filthy rich I might be
That’s’ your best edit? I think so

You niggers think the same I think the opposite
Put my trunk in the front that’s the opposite
Alright, good spread the paint her chocolate
Steering wheel on the side that’s the opposite
Gucci Mane south side thinking opposite
Little stack in cabins but I’m smoking broccoli
You gon pay or eat the box on the opposite
I-I-I’m a record cut her off that’s the opposite

I was locked up no sun shine
Now I’m out and I’m balling too hard
Got two scrubs no bigger
My jury game is retard
Like a six shot I’m fully loaded
At Magic city I’m getting loaded
Smoke so many blunts with your girlfriend
I thought that her head exploded
It’s gooey wap and then new drop
I got 4 O’s in my soda pop
So faded I’m so wasted
I thought that I had dread locks
Making money at a fast pace
Don’t come out here cause it ain’t safe
Roll orange and I drink grape
I can’t feel my damns face

You niggers think the same I think the opposite
Put my trunk in the front that’s the opposite
Alright, good spread the paint her chocolate
Steering wheel on the side that’s the opposite
Gucci Mane south side thinking opposite
Little stack in cabins but I’m smoking broccoli
You gon pay or eat the box on the opposite
I-I-I’m a record cut her off that’s the opposite

GUCCI MANE feat. 2 Chainz – Okay With Me

Introducing
Mike Will made it
Holiday season
Holiday season bitch

Don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me
Don’t don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
It’s okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
Don’t don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me

All these fucking niggas are humble
Bring that shit back nigga
Bring that shit back man start that shit over man
Eight million euro I’m talking about man
Holiday season

Don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me
Don’t don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
It’s okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
Don’t don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me

White boys, doe boys
Ball players, peons
White boys, doe boys
Ball players… ball
White boys, doe boys
Ball players, peons
Pull up in Europeans
Back to back like it’s a rerun
White boys, doe boys
Ball players, peons
Pull up in Europeans
Back to back like it’s a rerun

My polo game is disgusting
You pussy niggas disgust me
Smoking on loud and its musty
Like Hammer “Can’t touch me”
I build a lot
I got bricks and milk
To take a BM up
That I designed myself
Save bottles man I don’t need your help
Like a nigga in a casket I’m fresh to death
Count myself a whole jilt man
Man tittie boy on that bin shit
I like bad food I eat quick
Id have told ya’ll I got three bricks
I’m ready like that’s the disaster
Ini mini mynie mo which county goes faster?
My trap house I’m a get it it’s council
Hey yellow bitch frying and her ass a little faster
Gucci Mane ain’t in their chain
Number champagne in my campaign
You fly there two private planes
It’s 2 Chainz and Gucci Mane

Don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me
Don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
It’s okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
Don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me

Okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
Shorty got them crab legs
I got that ol bay with me
And I got the k with me
I wish they would try it bitch
Them nigga selling wood tickets
And I won even buy them shits
I go heard competin
My bank row conceded
Take her home complete her
Then I skeet her and delete her
Do it with no compassion
Do it without her asking
Yea I’m from Atlanta
But my jury from Alaska
I was born to be what I was gonna be
Bought you all that’s up under me
Concrete got bun in there
Get to rip you niggers
All heart attacks
Boom, bottom
name a nigga ’round here harder
Playing basketball in my prada’s
Living like it’s no tomorrow

Don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me
Don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
It’s okay with me
Yea it’s okay with me
Don’t play with me
Bad bitches they stay with me
Wanna pop bottles all night with me
All day with me
Okay with me

GUCCI MANE feat. Wyclef Jean – ODog

I’m a thuuuuuuuug
Even though I wanna change my life and get it right
To the judge, I’m always gon’ be a thuuug
Like O-Dog, “Menace II Society”
They wanna see me undergrooooound
But I just bought a plane, hey, hey
Sky is the limit now; my jet just took off the ground now
And ain’t nobody gon’ stop my destiny, destiny, no no no
Ladies night – pop a bottle now
Cause the wear just came off now
From doin time in the penitentiaryyyy, yeah
And if you come from the ghetto and you feel like a champion
Let me see you put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)
Put your hands up (put your hands up)

[Gucci Mane]
{?} beatin on my chick {?}
Feelin hipper than a hippie in a tye-dye shirt
Gucci Mane motherfucker and the earth my turf
Ice cold, buzz hotter than July 1st
Oooh, this the type of tune make a dime choose
He make it rain then I can make it monsoon
I buy a bitch out her contract, dumb stacks
Suckers sleepin on me Zantax, I’m deadly
I’m talkin Anthrax, the other side of the tracks
You know the Amtrak; multi-millionaire still rockin amulets
I was turnt up to the mess but now I’m past that
But now I’m past that
I move stealth, I’m gettin jealous of myself
Me and Wyclef and the swagger’s SoSoDef
Smoke pounds of that ‘dro ‘dro from out West
And I ain’t made at no one cause I’m oh so blessed
It’s Gucci

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
Tired of all these late nights, smoked out shit
Ain’t no mo’ leavin the club three or fo’ bad chicks
I ain’t goin to the lot, coppin no mo’ whips
I ain’t drinkin, all the pills, I’m all done, I quit
PSYYYYYYCH! I’m poppin wheelies with a dime on the bike
My baby right, she whispered in my ear tonight is the night
I’m higher than a kite, bright ice, in need of a light
Pilot lighter light it homey as I lean to my stripe
Ye ain’t freshest out here, ye ain’t ballin like me
Baby talk can’t comprehend, talkin foreign to more
Purple label, Polo, Revlon on me
I’m the big homey, you a big phony (well damn!)
Makin movies in the V.I.P. I need a Tony
Gucci Mane Tarantino with the tenderonis
Pour 80 bottles in her face, now she dancin on me
She know she dancin with a star them diamonds dancin on me
It’s Gucci

[Chorus]

[Outro]
It’s Gucci

GUCCI MANE – North Pole

It’s big Gucci! Damn! Bling! Blow!

Red falcons hat, all red hooded
Santa clause of the city, bag full of goodies
50 pints of purple drank, came with the seal
I wish these faggot ass cops will let a nigga live
Or tryna to come down the chimney with a hunred mil
So many hundred dollar bills that’ll give you chills
A bad bitch from Brazil got her own appeal
You wake up see her cooking cookies in your crib
I’m the brick squad boss, I’m like Santa Claus
Misses clause on the pole, with her panties off
And I know when you’re sleeping know when you awake
No eggnog, busting bottles of that ace of spades
Black Versace shades so it’s hard to steer
Where’s Rudolph red nose when I really need him
A bunch of elves on the team and I gotta feed em
They carry sawed off pumps so it’s hard to feed em
I gift wrap a pipe bomb, bring it to your door
Ring the bell sit back and watch the fucker blow
So how you build the snowman with all this melted snow
Santa clause bringing blocks in from Mexico
I made a hundred thousand dollars and the Texaco
They locked me up and let me out I feel like Plexico
I’m going in on these suckers call me Santa Claus
And it’s a bunch of bad bitches in Santa house
An igloo full of snow and a white stove
I’m in the kitchen cooking dope in a white robe
House full of naked hoes snortin blow
I’m in zone 6 aka the north pole
It’s so lonely at the top plus it’s real cold
My ears, neck, wrist fist is real froze
A house full of hoes and they cooking blow
I’m in zone 6 aka the north pole.

GUCCI MANE feat. Jagged Edge – MVP

Ay yeah boy, ay yeah
Ay yeah boy, ay yeah
Ay Yeah, Ay yeah boy,
Ay Yeah, Ay Yeah boy,
Ay yeah,

[Gucci Mane]
Dirty dancing in my mansion, in my t-shirt and her panties Uh,
Touchin on her fanny, she pretty just like my granny Uh,
Gucci Manes a thug all he do is sell drugs uh,
Once she see me in the club,
Thirty minutes she in love uh,
Your man is a has been,
Gucci past ten,
He an ant I’m an elephant
You should leave him uh,
Middle of the day got her wearin lingerie,
She so fine, she so sexy, she so pretty in the face uh,
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, you suckers make your girl uh,
Damn Imma really make her think Imma bump her uh,
Punchin like a third grader we gonna get in trouble,
Gucci Mane I think I love her
So we sex on top of covers uh,
Went through plenty rubbers uh,
Man this girl got stamina uh,
Sex tapes just like Pamela,
The average dude can’t handle her uh,
Solitary carry her uh,
But I don’t wanna marry her uh,
Gucci Mane’s a bachelor uh,
But baby girl I snatched her up uh,

[Jagged Edge - Chorus]
She’s a free agent but I snatched her up,
She can play on my team,
All my bench I trade’em in, she gonna go get my green,
She’s my MVP, She’s my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite,
Fakers on the trading block, she gonna play on my team,
Play her so i snatched her up, she gonna star on my team,
She my MVP, She my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite

[Gucci Mane]
Come here baby listen uh,
I just wanna be wit ya,
Sex you on my furniture,
Work it like ya manager uh,
Don’t need the kush she fine as uh,
Toughest girl I never would,
Ricky baby, picky who I pick because I’m rich as fuck uh,
Pick you up in Lamborghini’s, she pull up in Porsche trucks,
If her husband found about up he’ll probly divorce her uh,
Sorry darling my rings on my feet I got a gator problem,
Lizard fetish one thousand on my feet I’m in the Gucci Section,
Gucci Mane be stupid flexin like he got a new connection,
Baby girl so stupid sexy got me with a huge erection,
Hit all that at the intersection,
Tell me if you’re interested,
Public sex illegal but I bump you while we get arrested,
Time out, time out, mine out, time out,
Your chick at the steak house,
My right wrist a light house,
Honestly she got a man,
I feel that I’m tryin to punish her,
But she so fine I know she had one but shit Gucci confident uh.

[Jagged Edge - Chorus]
She’s a free agent but I snatched her up,
She can play on my team,
All my bench I trade’em in, she gonna go get my green,
She’s my MVP, She’s my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite, fakers on the trading block, she gonna play on my team,
Play her so i snatched her up, she gonna star on my team,
She my MVP, She my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite

[Gucci Mane]
Gucci world girl come,
Gucci’s girls well cut,
Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Drumma boy god damn,
So Icey I am, chillin with your girlfriend,
You didnt put a ring on it so your not a husband,
All night lovin,
Naked back rubbin,
Bump and grind and thumping,humping,
Gucci Mane the coach yeah,
Imma crank the club up,
Gucci got your girl toss salad hold ya wish though.

[Jagged Edge - Chorus]
She’s a free agent but I snatched her up,
She can play on my team,
All my bench I trade’em in, she gonna go get my green,
She’s my MVP, She’s my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite, fakers on the trading block, she gonna play on my team,
Play her so i snatched her up, she gonna star on my team,
She my MVP, She my favorite,
She my MVP, She my favorite

GUCCI MANE feat. Jim Jones – Kansas

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Shawty cooler than fan, but her man not me
Got a real hot mouth, but she a stone cold freak
10 girls in my suite, brought sand to the beach
Got a nigga from the country, come two times a week
I’m in a red Maserati with some snow white seats
And when I skeet I try to aim it at her snow white teeth
Red bottoms on the wood, watchin’ the Hawks play the Heat
Brought the whole Bricksquad, 10 grand every seat
6 ounces and a liter that’s a dirty sweet tea
I’m a put this game on every bad bitch that I meet
I’m a zone 6 king and my jeans got wings
I’m a rich girl’s fantasy, a poor girl’s dream

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Hold up stop the track, let’s get some understandin’
I’m servin’ softball, I pitch underhanded
Your girlfriend said she like me but I’m too demandin’
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas
My stash done got so big that I can’t rubber band it
My plug be speakin’ Spanish I can’t understand it
So stop the track my nigga let’s get some understandin’
Bitch shut the fuck up and take these 10 bricks to Kansas

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Now I can’t dance a lick but look my diamonds dancin’
Rap or trap my nigga I’m a take my chances
I had a couple jooks didn’t go down how I planned it
I guess I fronted him too much, he couldn’t handle it
You disrespect the Squad then you get reprimanded
Blowin’ kush in the house, she smokin’ second handed
I got the whole pack sold ‘fo the pack landed
Chicken bags in the trap, call it hand to handin’
And you ain’t gotta shop with me that’s fine and dandy
Two ways, four nines call it Georgia candy
Cookin’ dope in Lou Vuittion cause I’m kinda fancy
I met your bitch at the bar, got her two shots of Brandy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
Hold up wait, let me explain
Half my niggas move ki’s of ‘caine
Jewish lawyers what we’ve attained
In my car’s where she give brain
Bought the V of Dorthy
Yellow road, sellin’ bricks
Big face, yellow wrist, drop top, hello bitch
Cut the shit, make sure that we see eye to eye
We got them birds and they don’t fly up in the sky
Bitch, and you gon’ take this trip to Kansas
And you gon’ get them bricks of dandruff
I wash the money like it’s Head & Shoulders
I watch the money like a deadly cobra
And hit my phone once you got the bricks
You hit the road you better hold it if you gotta piss

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

GUCCI MANE feat. Yo Gotti – In Love With A White Girl

White girl, white girl, shy girl, shy girl
White girls, white girls, night girl, night girl

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m from East Atlanta where they cuttin off fangas
Got a white girlfriend she be acting up her anus
She can get you knocked off with a point of her fanga
And she don’t talk to strangers, she got red tangas
Got coke in a stranga and the lawyer retain her
So you hard so you soft, she got all kinds of angles
And it’s California kush she got me talking like I’m Done (Done)
Playing with my money then I’m calling my attorney
And them people can’t believe that Gucci man got jungle fever
And I think I love this girl because her price is hella cheaper
And like lu said it’s better to loose a love than love a leaver
Running around town with them choppers about the same size…

[Hook:]
I fell in love with that white girl (white girl)
I love them pretty little white white girls (white girls)
I’m in the spot full of white girls (white girls)
I’m in the drop with the white girl (white girl)
I fell in love with the white girl (white girl)
It was love at first sight girl (sight girl)
I’m in a club full of white girls (white girls)
I’ll be your boyfriend for the night girl (night girl)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Mexican, hose, Virgina you don’t say
Chopper bullets, rotate
Hundred round AK
Young nigga thugin bitch ya kno im color blind
Pocket full of money and all i stack is dollar signs
Im white girl crazy, rich don’t got lazy,
Never been a racist, cuz white girls pay me
My credit card black new bitch brown skin
Duffle bag full of that green shit
Ain’t nothing like my white friend
White benz, white on white,
Rolling on my grown man
30 corners in that bitch narrow with them thangs
I love that white girl, and I beat her like im OJ
Ridge Crest a promise junkies screaming like the OG

[Hook:]
I fell in love with that white girl (white girl)
I love them pretty little white white girls (white girls)
I’m in the spot full of white girls (white girls)
I’m in the drop with the white girl (white girl)
I fell in love with the white girl (white girl)
It was love at first sight girl (sight girl)
I’m in a club full of white girls (white girls)
I’ll be your boyfriend for the night girl (night girl)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Creep out through the day, creature of the night
Let her sit on your face, she’ll get you high as a kite
She knows just what you like, I know just what you need
If them white girls you like, bet I got one your type
Have a blonde for the day, brunette for the night
She got my pockets aight I bring her out in the light
I got the crowd I got them
I got them vans (it’s Gucci)
I got her tucked off in my van
She fuck with me cause I’m the man
I’m passing kush out to my fans
And I don’t think you understand
She got me folding other brands

[Hook:]
I fell in love with that white girl (white girl)
I love them pretty little white white girls (white girls)
I’m in the spot full of white girls (white girls)
I’m in the drop with the white girl (white girl)
I fell in love with the white girl (white girl)
It was love at first sight girl (sight girl)
I’m in a club full of white girls (white girls)
I’ll be your boyfriend for the night girl (night girl)

GUCCI MANE – TrapBack

I don’t wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I’m a push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I’m a get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my Maybach
Put a hole in your motherfuckin’ snapback
It’s Gucci Mane bitch, so you can say the Trap Back

I’m back at em, it’s back on
I’m that strong, I’m back home
Me and Flockavelli, and Wooh da Kid
He got a nine, I got a six
I do it huge, we do it big
Got a hundred bricks, stuffed em in the fridge (burr)
Two hundred piece, stuffed it in the attic
I’m a drug addict, bitch I gotta have it
I got a gift, I can water whip, I can flip a brick, I can triple up
Need a hundred mill, fuck a record deal, cause a couple millions just not enough
Sell your momma a zip of dust, serve your daddy a ounce of hard
Got your little sister on the molly, she done went through the whole squad

I don’t wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I’m a push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I’m a get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my Maybach
Put a hole in your motherfuckin snapback
It’s Gucci Mane bitch, so you can say the Trap Back

Making money’s my hobby, flipping bricks is my passion
Home girl in the lobby, “Is you suckin’ dick? ” I’m just asking’
I ain’t mean to be rude boo, but you know I’m that dude true
More birds than Atlanta Zoo, going in like a curphew
I lost my mind, and my train of thought, and my top all at the same time
If you sendin’ them birds across the country, then we probably got the same grind
I’m an OG like my daddy, I’m a hustla’ like my momma
I’m a stack my bread up all winter so I can ball out all summer
Got foreign choppas, Osama, smoke presidential, Obama
Got that bald head, got that skinhead, that white girl Sinead O’Connor
Make em drop dead, I’m in the drop head, I’m… I’m santa
I need a crown cause I’m standing down, I’m the king of east Atlanta

I don’t wanna have to push your cap back
Homie, he just say he want his girl back
In a drop top, I’m a push the top back
I was gone for a second, but the kid back
If you ever cross me I’m a get some payback
Close the curtain on them haters, in my Maybach
Put a hole in your motherfuckin snapback
It’s Gucci Mane bitch, so you can say the Trap Back

GUCCI MANE feat. Rick Ross – Headshots

[Gucci Mane: Verse 1]
I got a Robin jean saggin’, and I ain’t even braggin’
I gave the bitch five hundred, fuck it I ain’t even cryin’
Now I’m gettin’ older rocking Gucci, Louis ‘lo
I still remember the first day that I ain’t had to serve swoll
Without sand to the beach, I brought toast to the source
I did ya girlfriend a autograph, Gucci Mane pose
It ain’t no muthafuckin’ secret, hell yeah I got shooted
I’m the plug to the plug, I’ma goddamn boost
You ain’t no muthafuckin’ gangsta, you’s a goddamn moofer
And you gettin’ in the way cause your homegirl choosin’
I’m on my birthday Gucci want a brand new uzi
I’m my worst day I’m worth ten mill no jewlery

[Hook]
Killa’s waitin’ in the bushes just to tie ya ass up
Gave my young nigga a gun and told ‘em to fire yo ass up
Seems like everywhere you go somebody try ya ass up
I got real money nigga, I can buy my own luck

Headshots [2x]
All my young niggas aiming headshots
Headshots [2x]
Put a dub on yo head
Headshots [2x]

[Rick Ross Verse:]
Yo son call you a dead beat
Stepped on my feet, nigga you dead meat
I’m grinding up this ground beef
I think they just wanna surround me
Self made with a brick too
Nigga shoes dirty but the stick new
Hittin’ 12th grade with a big crew
Now I’m well paid I can flip you
Holding on my dick, Michael Corleone bitch
Headshot like Fredo, fuck nigga don’t flintch
The empire back, the empire back
I got some whip out in foltin, my brick just keep boucin’ back

[Hook]
Killa’s waitin’ in the bushes just to tie ya ass up
Gave my young nigga a gun and told ‘em to fire yo ass up
Seems like everywhere you go somebody try ya ass up
I got real money nigga, I can buy my own luck

Headshots [2x]
All my young niggas aiming headshots
Headshots [2x]
Put a dub on yo head
Headshots [2x]

[Gucci Mane: Verse 2]
Nigga’s got killed at my show last weekend
But how am I to blame when they were already beefin’
When they first started shootin’ man, we were just leavin’
Try bricksquad and we wont let you get up that easy
Gucci Mane the C.E.O, I feel like eazy
The rap game love me but the dope game need me
Baby said she never seen a nigga so freezin’
These Vivi S diamond’s make me feel like major
I had a pistol in the club first day I met Weezy
AR in the car the first day I met Jeezy
When I first started dissin nigga said it just teasin’
Glock 40 on my hip it was just me and mac breezy

[Hook]
Killa’s waitin’ in the bushes just to tie ya ass up
Gave my young nigga a gun and told ‘em to fire yo ass up
Seems like everywhere you go somebody try ya ass up
I got real money nigga, I can buy my own luck

Headshots [2x]
All my young niggas aiming headshots
Headshots [2x]
Put a dub on yo head
Headshots [2x]