GUCCI MANE – Gas And Mud

Aye Scream, time to turn up my nigga
I’m on my hood rich shit right now
I’m on my Brick Squad shit right now man
I’m on my trap God shit man, trap God man
It time to turn up, it time to go crazy out here man
You know what I’m talkin bout?

[Verse 1:]
Slow down Gucci, steel bomb Gucci
Remember when I used to drive an old ass hooptie (fuck it)
Gas packed shawty, dirty cup shawty
And why they call it Mountain Park
It ain’t no God damn mountain,
I would run to sun valley with a damn thing sign
And I can’t lie I try to serve every God damn junkie
Smoking gas and drinking mud but you can keep your Budweiser
She’s a blunt begging bitch so I don’t wanna stand by em
If you pull ounces up then I don’t wanna drink with ya
If you ain’t get money I don’t wanna link with ya
I bring the pot to the water I could kitchen sink with ya
I had to kick you out the squad, you was the weakest link nigga

[Hook:]
Gas gas you know I got the cash
93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
Gas gas send it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this shit the gas
Mud, mud gotta keep it mud
800 a pint nigga I can’t show you love
Mud, mud you know I’m drinking mud,
I might pour the whole pint ’cause I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 2:]
All this mud drinkin Bud stinkin, walkin round the club nigga
I’m a drug dealer, real killer, mean mugging fuck nigga
I hope you looking for me nigga I’m the one that shot your truck nigga
And if you really wanna go to war then I don’t give a fuck nigga
Got em Bentley with the paper tag, book bag full of gas
Pockets can’t hold on all the cash, I can loan your man some swag
And I pull that pistol fast PRPs hang off my ass
You said your money buy the jet but bitch I could go buy your jet
Remember 1996 since the year that I will rob my connect
I wasn’t even 20 yet, I-20 with 20 bricks
I nun did all kind of shit, ya’ll nigga just full of shit
I just drunk two pints today Tryna drink the pain away

[Hook:]
Gas gas you know I got the cash
93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
Gas gas send it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this shit the gas
Mud, mud gotta keep it mud
800 a pint nigga I can’t show you love
Mud, mud you know I’m drinking mud,
I might pour the whole pint ’cause I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 3:]
Dumb drankin it dirty, woke up really late,
I used to drank up early I like the way it taste
Drinkin all these activist I love to drank the grace
They catch you with this pints my nigga you might catch a case
Flossin tossen up, proceed with caution
I’m the boss and I ain’t takin no loses
Smoking gas, and I’m sippin on poison
Pulled the arm and I’m a hit my target
Caught a body but I beat my charges,
Two Ferrari I got twin horses,
New charger and I sat it on forges
G 5 touchdown on Morland
Poppin pills like I hear voices
Me and scooter just brought twin Porsches
Louie Vuittons but I wear em like forces
Burberry my box is shortless
Louie V this where my shorts is
Sun valley that’s where my heart is
26s so I’m sittin real high, ride in the sky same place my lord is

[Hook:]
Gas gas you know I got the cash
93 octane, 4 thousand for a bag
Gas gas send it really fast
The pack just came in, you know this shit the gas
Mud, mud gotta keep it mud
800 a pint nigga I can’t show you love
Mud, mud you know I’m drinking mud,
I might pour the whole pint ’cause I don’t give a fuck

GUCCI MANE – Freaky Gurl

[Gucci talking]
she’s a very freaky girl girl..
a very freaky girl girl..
Gucci I wanna very freak girl

[Chorus:]
Now she’s a very freaky girl..
Don’t bring her to mama..
first you get her name..
then you get her number..

Then you get sum get sum in the front seat of the hummer..
Then you get sum get sum in the front seat of the hummer

She’s a very freaky girl..
she get it from her mama..
first you get her name..
then you get her number..

Then you get sum get sum in the front seat of the hummer..
Then you get sum get sum in the front seat of the hummer..

[Verse 1]
Gucci let me set the record straight.
Hater you participate.
three girls wit me like I’m going on Elimi-date.
Say you got a man but you man ain’t here.
The ice in my ear shine like a shandalere.
Jumpin’ out the phantom.
Don’t you think I’m handsome.
Watch on my wrist cost more than a mansion.
But you baby daddy ain’t icy like the kid be.
Got you baby mama, front seat of my Ferrari.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Gucci.. Gucci man of flavor.. baby I’m that guy.
Girls eyeballs pop when they see when my lam pass by..
ah my money long as a limo.
Just to show off I put my wrist out the window.
I ride through the six.
little gish green bingo.
I fell off in the spot light.
ayy lets mingle.
Then the DJ play my new single.
The club got crazy.
All the girls went Psycho.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Gucci. Don’t be conceited girl.
I know ya freaky girl.
I know ya secret girl.
But I’m gonna keep it girl
O you’s a colledge girl.
Come be a Gucci girl.
O you’s a Gucci fan.
Let’s go to Gucciland.
And be your Gucci man.
Cause only Gucci can.
Drop a rag.
Pop your bag.
With a rubberband.
You diggin Gucci Gucci.
Let’s do the oochi koochi.
O that’s yo girlfriend.
Why don’t you introduce me.

[Chorus]

GUCCI MANE – Face Card

[Hook: x4]
Face card, face card
Why use your bank card when you can use your face card?!

[Verse 1:]
Flow on them thugs remember my face
Park my car in front of the place
No one interrupting my space
And I ball hard cause I got racks in my safe
Eat so good I got to say grace
Girls wanna fuck me on the first date
What am I gon do with all these big faces
New Gucci boots before the shoe laces
Smoking on purp that smell just like grapes
And I don’t smoke mid I don’t like the taste
Buy my ace of spades by the case, and I don’t have to pay I just use my face

[Hook: x4]
Face card, face card
Why use your bank card when you can use your face card?!

[Verse 2:]
Get ya grass cut, so I see the snakes
Hoes congregate like I’m Diddy chase
B! tches fuck with me they know that I’m straight
Then applaud give me cakes and skilled to my face
Got to save a whore go put on your case
I fuck her in the face then put her in place
I’m good everywhere for you it’s not safe
And I keep a big pistol right on my waist
Sipping on lean that dropped me two ace
Hoes sixteen I can’t feel my face
And they just let me out murder was the case
Had a shiny suit on like puffy hand made

[Hook: x4]
Face card, face card
Why use your bank card when you can use your face card?!

GUCCI MANE – Drink Mud

[Chorus:]
All my get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
I’m a get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts
Selling weed man I bring some more bud
I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud

[Verse 1:]
Call it whip it and flip it and zip it and kush it
Calling your girl like grammy the pussy
I’m up in the kitchen and pick up a cookie
You’re boyfriends a rookie that’s why he a pussy
I’m fucking you bad I don’t care who be looking
Stand on your porch and dare you to push me
Choppers on duty you don’t have to touch me
I’m the boss and the boss gets all the glory
Changing the game I’m remaining the same
Buy new car I’m changing the pash
Changing the motor and changing the goods
Changing the gurgle’s I’m pumping the pipe
A K A I’m cracking the seal those don’t know
I’m tracking the train
Thinking about money we thinking the same
Fly’s a bird and high’s a plane
Might hit the club in a black tuxedo
Who hoes coming with his your man Galvino
Beat flash who should look like torpedo
Owe it to a nino, smoking on guido
Might have a man but he not like me no
Looking bald out to exterior
On a boat way cocaine locreo
He might get money but not like me no

[Chorus:]
All my get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts
Selling weed man I bring some more bud
I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud

[Verse 2:]
Positiong myself and kushin my wealth
Hate no me that’s best for your health
Efin my wounds than efin my shoes
Efin em show me, efin my bills
Niggas they envy, they just pretending
Glasses are empty and bitches are friendly
Asses are sexy and titties are pretty
Niggas are hold up and bitches are silly
Watches are quarter my chain is a milly
I can’t lie all my hoes are so deadly
So I’m up on occasion than you think I was Diddi
Cases and cases and cases of blunts
Smoke like a hippie, drink like Britney
Walking in the club JB whole with me
Harder they try they can’t get rid me
Looking like I’m dreaming someone pinch me
Two shooters right by, they’re my henchmen
Gucci then came all same songs keep them
Left that hurt my people vibrating
And the paper in the hood keep on ringing
That lil chick that I met last weekend
Laughing and leaving I’m working on leaning
Swash or seed I could check on the season
Freshen’ the club making bitch stop creeping

[Chorus:]
All my get money bitches stand up
All my trap niggas put your hands up
Gucci man I’m so rubber band up
And my car so clean it get a A+
Black Maybach with the red guts
Yellow diamonds for you pretty red shluts
Selling weed man I bring some more bud
I’m a mud drinker bitch I drank mud

GUCCI MANE feat. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne – Cyeah

Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I don’t really do this much, but baby girl I might
Fly you buy you crazy things, that’s cause you’re the type I like
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there
Cyeah cyeah cyeah cyeah, go get that girl right there

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Do you know who I am? Baby girl my name the shit
I’m the shit, yeah the shit, Gucci Mane off in this bitch
When I spit stupid swift, I feel like I got a gift
Leave the truck ’bout forty thousand, but this one is [?]
I’m a roll to a blimp, ladies ask me do I pimp
Cause I walk with a limp, so much ice you feel a chill
Light a spliff, take a wiff, if you feel like take a sniff
Drink a fifth, pop a [?], one of those then plead the fifth
40K on a Wednesday, catch me in the M
Look at me, look at them, don’t I look better than him
Girl, my rims match my jewels, pinky same color my wheels
And my drop top match my ears, no flaugin’ I keep it real

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
They done fucked around and let me back on my g shit
My wheels big, they deep dish
Engine bigger than a mo’fucker, but on the dashboard you see fish
See-through, all blue, I’m bigger than a barracuda, fuck you
Whole bunch of niggas in my clique, they the realest
And I’m fuckin’ with the motherfuckin’ dogs too
All this money, I done met my quota, I’m ’bout it bitch
Flow sick, track ebola, Polow this that shit
For all the ladies you know this that dick, hold up, wait a minute
Did he just say that? Yes I did
Now open your legs, let me show you what it feel like
Microphones I blaze, any little beat, any track I’ll kill it
Fuckin’ a model straight Playboy, I stick my ding-a-ling down they throat like ribbit
Got girls in the club with their lace front swingin’
Lookin’ at my girl like, no you didn’t
Somebody better call 911 with all this motherfuckin’ pussy I’m killin’

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, stay in line ho
Yeah, get your mind right bitch
Yeah, all pussy ain’t good pussy
And I don’t like bald pussy, I like wolf pussy
My woman fuck me good and make kush cookies
Pockets on Snookie, I wouldn’t fuck Snookie
I skate hard and fuck a bitch harder
Shawty got a donk, call her Vince Carter
Eat a red bone, like red velvet cake
Fuck a nigga wife, and eat the wedding cake
And if that nigga trippin’, tell him yellow tape
I’m like 5’6″, dick 7’8″

[Hook x2]

GUCCI MANE – Club Hoppin

[Hook:]
Started in magic city, ended in Onyx
She fine that she goin’ crazy, I’m throwing money
Compound to the velvet, I think I’m Elvis
I always keep green around me like I’m a Celtic
Come on to the gold room I be bottle poppin’
20 grand all in hundreds, I’m going shopping
The lane to the blue flame bitch I get it poppin’
Come ride with the Gucci man, I’ll take you club hoppin’

[Verse 1:]
Baby, come fuck me with girl I’m going clubbin’
Thirties above the skirties but they ain’t scrubbin’
Bottles, they keep you coming cause I be thuggin’
I’m feeling all on her titties, we kissin’ cousins
Blaze I wait to the Libra, back to the cheater
You know the procedure when I be smoking reefer
My money is doing push ups, is doing chin ups
I vanish from club vaquish and went to pen ups
My diamonds they shining bright
When they in the light
On the life on a Saturday night with a nigga wife
Hundred bottles are hundred blunts cause I am a smoker
Come with me, I took a fifty and went to Scroecus

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Workin’, you know I’m workin’ you know I’m grindin’
Shinin’, I’m throwing money, a king of diamond (BUR)
Phantom, I got a Phantom, I think I’m handsome
Bad bitches on my tail, we gon’ go to mansion
Come, so I park the rows, and I got the Lambo

GUCCI MANE feat. Rocko – Chicken Room

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
If this a cold drop and why you waiting cold dope
Great liquor small lines in the dope house
And too far smoking cigars and dining room
Got birds everywhere this calls the dining room
Three hundred pound roll tight on the [?] room
And who the close act the money in the closet fool
I’m not a handles Gucci keeps a lot of tools
I teach nigga how to cut it like this bubble coop
Wait a minute just be patient I may take a minute
On the [?] dark say easy I’m in the kitchen and I’m water [?]
I hear the flickers em

[Hook:]
Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room
Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room
And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room
Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room
Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room
And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m with my damn with my madam and I’m fat blunt
I call the ashes in the [?]
I’m having fun be my dawn celebrating fun
I need a bottle time what crack one
Me and Ross on the block what a [?]
I’m in the zone system I’m cool with my black gun
True religion 50 in my true religion
And they no [?] fifty in my rolly jeans
Ain’t no whine chain you want to everything
You know my regime how money I means
I pray to your clan, I pray to your roll I got a hundred things
I’m tryin to [?] y’all

[Hook:]
Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room
Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room
And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room
Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room
Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room
And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room

[Verse 3: Rocko]
Hey, all I see the dawn I’m flyer than them all
Who that say the [?] the cash right on
I call my Monaco big [?] scared
People whatever they hear they nigga Paris
I [?] I can’t spare it
Unless you my coach that’s why I roll the vouches
[?]

[Hook:]
Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room
Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room
And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room
Got cities scroll it got no money in my living room
Got birds everywhere I call it the chicken room
And I’m bout to move my bitch in my kitchen soon
That bird is everywhere I call it the chicken room

GUCCI MANE feat. Future, Chill Will – Careless And Reckless

“Drumma Boy” [echoes] Ay yeah boyyyy, ay yeah [x2] (It’s Gucci! Unghh)

[Gucci Mane:]
Hey girl I’m tearin it up and they knowin that I had sex so much that I ain’t goin back
I blow stack after stack after stack after stack
At the rack everyday and they knowin that
Well I’m blowin that and I’m doin this
And my red flag got the haters pissed
Don’t reckless, this not a diss
This not a threat, this real shit
And don’t play me, cause ain’t no stoppin me
Ain’t no toppin me, and ain’t no robbin me
Cut the robbers outs, I brought the goons out
We reckless, we O.G.
On Acuras and they textin us
But who gives a fuck and who gives a damn?
I’m blood in and blood out on
Flat Shoals with big sand
And Waka Flocka, thanks Flocka Waka Two times, cause we two crimes
Two bloods and two rides with fo’ nines and gang signs So what’s up?
The pricety, I’m icey as iced tea
I’m the king of diamonds and the princess shinin
And all mine behind me

[Chorus: x8]
Let’s get reckless, let’s get reckless

[Cap:]
Oh yeah! Cap, I’m in beast mode
Hell yeah I’m on reckless
If you don’t like it pussy nigga come check this
Respect this or meet your death wish
There’s 17 bird on my necklace
I fuck with dem and they fuck with me
Don’t fuck with us, get the fuck from ’round
Cause I like to pop and we sucker free Reckless, reckless, e’rybody goin HAM
Don’t test this, cause if you do
That Smith & Wesson go blam, damn
Look what the fuck done happened
Just cause you heard that a nigga start rappin
That I’m worryin about the [?] pulled out
No toppin, no clappin, clear the whole scene
I’m smashin Bye, gone – boy you better catch up nigga
Get hit from your neck up nigga Nobody wan’ fess up, get your block up
Leave the whole scene full of ketchup nigga
They are wildin, on wildin, on ballin, they violent
I got the little man sydrome, get me in the end zone
Signin autographs who’s stylin?

[Chorus]

[Chill Will:]
Huh? Huh? Huh? Vacation in Miami, they say
I’m swag surfin
Your girl with ya she ain’t lookin but her ass flirtin
See I’m a classy nigga, a thousand dollar curtains
And I just made yo’ nigga mad cause his pocket hurtin
And I don’t mean I’m jackin off when I say
I’m chokin chickens I mean, when we rap on mo’ we call that chokin chickens
I got a talkin code, for all he knows it folds
Too buck to be on probation, too rich to be on parole
My dawgs love me on I’m on the mic talkin reckless
Stuntin, ballin, million dollar flexin
My dawgs love me on I’m on the mic talkin reckless
Stuntin, ballin, millionaire flexin

[Chorus]

GUCCI MANE feat. Big Sean – Brought Out Them Racks

[Verse 1:]
You’re boyfriends an alcoholic
But Gucci is a reefer chiefer
You’re girlfriends a penis eater
I swear she’s a people pleaser
I’m pouring up 2 liters
And riding in 2 seaters
Sipping on mojitas
One mill on my wife beater
Holiday season aye
You’re boyfriends an alcoholic
But Gucci is a reefer chiefer
You’re girlfriends a penis eater
I swear she’s a people pleaser
I’m born of 2 leaders
And riding in 2 seaters
Sipping on mojitas
One mill on my wife beater

[Verse 2:]
Parley with white people,
Really don’t like people
Party tonight but you must
Go with the right people
Bigger than life nigga,
Came with a knife nigga
And if I’m ending his life
He found out I’m fucking his wife
Leave her

[Verse 3:]
Gucci’s a custom adept
Sex with no feelings attached
Puts on my bachelor pad
Prior the top is detached
Poppin’ and humping and dripping and something
Damn you’re good as one hell of a woman
You telling me something, then telling me nothing
I think about something that keep me from cumming

[Chorus:]
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane

[Verse 4:]
OK my crib looks like Baywatch
Don’t quit your day job
She walking with nothing
But she leaving my tank top
Lately I’ve been seeing
More champagne than rain drops
B.I.G only thing missing is
Puff saying we can’t stop
Rolling with Jigga but
I’m not a Nets fans
Everything green around me
Like I’m a Jets fan
If it’s green and I burn it
This weed and cash I deserve it
My car and girl both German
Said she Oh I need a surgeon
I’ve been running to the money
And it feels like
I’m racing a turtle, skirt
But boy I got rich so early
I swear I gave my money a curfew
Now all of you niggas alert you
‘Cause I got the bitch that you cant take
Drunk of pussy and champagne
And you ain’t gonna do a damn thing

[Chorus:]
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane
I brought them racks out to play aye mane
I brought them racks out today say mane
I put the racks in your face aye mane
I brought them racks out to safe say mane

GUCCI MANE feat. Future – Brick Fair

Holiday season bitch
Shouts out 10 17 brick squad
Waka what it do? Monopoly
You know it is A1 what up?
I see the future
Holiday season

Ever since I got brick fair
I never look back there
If you ain’t from the zone six
Then Shorty don’t go there
I might die a bachelor
Girlfriend, I don’t want that
I already smashed her
So don’t even go there
Ever since I got brick fair

Said them boys don’t play fair
I’m from east atlanta zone six
And the kid got rich there
Hell yea we got bails there
And you know we got bricks there
If the police pull me over
I’ll probably get the damn chair
First one off the bench nigga
You can call me The Six Man
A lot of squares in my living room
Aka I’m The Brick Man
And I heard that you a snitch player
So we gon throw you in the ditch player
The way I wrestle with the work nigga
People call me Rig Flare

Ever since I got brick fair
I never look back there
If you ain’t from the zone six
Then Shorty don’t go there
I might die a bachelor
Girlfriend, I don’t want that
I already smashed her
So don’t even go there
Ever since I got brick fair

Dirty as fuck, dirty ass pistol
My lil a goon in the hood, an’ he just wait for me to hit ‘em
Do you got a body for me beggin on the line
And when I do it would you do or not
Hit ‘em in the head
I had a extra five pushin weight like I’m doing exercise
Moving up the interstate and I got the bales an’ pies
I go Pauli Castellano
I’m a mafia Santano
I got accepted to the mob and i think
I’m Tony Soprano
Without the TV you wanna be me if you see me
This A1 FBGB we hit onxy on our PT
He water all our CG
I make real movies in HD
I’m an astronaut in my real life
I promise you can’t see me

Ever since I got brick fair
I never look back there
If you ain’t from the zone six
Then Shorty don’t go there
I might die a bachelor
Girlfriend, I don’t want that
I already smashed her
So don’t even go there
Ever since I got brick fair

GUCCI MANE feat. OJ Da Juiceman & Wooh Da Kid – Bought A Chicken

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Everyday is Cinemax, every night’s a porno
All my niggaz gung-ho
Animals, Congo
Shinin’ like a fresh pulled diamond outta Frisco
The year’s ’49 and I know everything that Bo know
10,000 1017 and I’m ballin’
Brick Squad brick squad boyz bad hoes callin’
Swagger through New Orlean, rockin’ wit the live band
Rockin’ wit the G, Brick Squad should be on gangland
Bad to the bone, lay my hat, where my home at?
Scrappin’ told a G I leave my GAT where my tone’s at
Brick Squad mafia dressed in black
Ya boyz backin’ off the wall wit bricks and bells
And bikes and lean and cars and all
Shinin’ like a French cut diamond like an actor
Everyday is Cinemax, every night’s a porno
Gucci Mane La Flare I know everything that Bo know
Shinin’ like a fresh pulled diamond outta Frisco

[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
I just bought a chicken, and it came wit biscuits
Our trap is a dry school, call it missin winner
Trigger finger lickin’, don’t tolerate no snitches
Brick Squad trappin’, chickens in our kitchen
Chickens go for 30, chickens go for 30
30 rag shawty, tryin’ score a birdie [2x]

[Verse 2: OJ Da Juiceman]
Chickens go for 30, but my chickens purrdy
Nigga wit dem low numbers, his chickens so dirty
I keep it 100, my trap do them numbers
Cause I keep that super clean, my brick wonder woman
I drop 62 my nigga, 63 grams stronger
My trap house go super hard, they love the aroma
I feel like it’s ’95, I still got that hunger
Drive through the trap, and my pockets on humongous
Brick Squad trappin’ got young Juiceman wit that money
30 rag chicken, come and spend your money
If you spend that 30, your chickens 100
I pull out my trap, pockets on cucumber

[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
I just bought a chicken, and it came wit biscuits
Our trap is a dry school, call it missin winner
Trigger finger lickin’, don’t tolerate no snitches
Brick Squad trappin’, chickens in our kitchen
Chickens go for 30, chickens go for 30
30 rag shawty, tryin’ score a birdie [2x]

[Verse 3: Wooh Da Kid]
I’m from Q.U. nigga
Who you nigga?
Neighborhood buzz Wooh Da King much bigger
Neighborhood thugs you are not no killer
Choppa shells beatin’ on your chest like Godzilla
Affiliated wit gangstas, put the cannon to ya momma
Beefin’ wit Wooh and get you and ya DJ Drama
Father made a nigga, mommy raised a killer
The streets made me bigger I’m that nigga behind the trigger
Tryna snatch the chain off my CEO neck
I’ll get ya jumped, stabbed, shot if you want respect
Gucci, Juice, Wooh don’t fuck around
Chickens go for 30, all the way around

[Chorus: OJ Da Juiceman]
I just bought a chicken, and it came wit biscuits
Our trap is a dry school, call it missin winner
Trigger finger lickin’, don’t tolerate no snitches
Brick Squad trappin’, chickens in our kitchen
Chickens go for 30, chickens go for 30
30 rag shawty, tryin’ score a birdie [2x]

GUCCI MANE feat. 2 Chainz – I’m Up

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I’m Up [x16]

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m hands on like a Ipad (Ipad)
Them racks in my pants look like thighpads (thighpads)
I hit it with the fork that’s my dance
I hit it two times that’s a slow dance
I ain’t got time for the romance
Cocaine avalanche when I finance
I’m a laugh at ya I’m a throw a bomb at ya
Since you a crumb snatcher I’m a throw a crumb at ya
I ain’t mad at ya, but ya got me bent backwards
I roll another swisher I don’t like to smoke backwoods
Bricksquad bandana fool, trapped out since grammar school
Bricksquad Atlanta crew, she got a bandana too

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz:]
Yea I got that fire
For ya FYI
Nigga didn’t respect me, it’s Hello, Goodbye
All my hoes is dykin (dykin), all yo hoes is triflin (triflin)
Yea I got a pistol but the bullets from a rifle
Yea they call me deuce, I got deuces on my coupe
Put two swishers together look like I’m blowing on a flute
Yea nigga we up, we ride up on you
Ralph Lauren teddy bear it’s not Winnie the Pooh
Yea nigga we winnin, and spend it on these women
And I ain’t playing soccer when I’m kicking it at Lenox
Say what up to Louie, Say what up to Fendi
Nigga know what we doin I make it so I spend it

[Hook]

GUCCI MANE – Back In 95

Ha ha ha
Trap service announcement
Real niggers is back
DJ Holiday
Holiday season!
Gucci
Trap back

When I first started back in 1995
I wasn’t moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
Holiday season

When I first started back in 1995
I wasn’t moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
Holiday season

When I first started back in 1995
I wasn’t moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
They used to run up on me, be like “Gucci what you know? ”
I tell them “get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe”
And everywhere I go it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I had those 20′s and them big fat monkey nuts

Can’t be scared of the dark when you come from miles apart
Shooting dice and playing cards, selling blow out of the park
Had it fresh on your sister but I used to sell your mama
Breaking 50′s down to dimes was my job for the summer
And my job for the winter, cooking bricks all in the kitchen
Junkies dead at the carwash cause I heard that they was snitching
Sure jumping like a chill man and help me buy my tills
Dope D. Willy used to finger fuck my rims
They forgetting on my name so they used to call me Black
If you beat me for a twenty beat ya I’m a call you back
She on the dope man dick cause I’m a nigger with a sack
I’m the hustler of the year and I know that for a fact

When I first started back in 1995
I wasn’t moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
Holiday season
They used to run up on me, be like “Gucci what you know? ”
I tell them “get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe”
And everywhere I go it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I had those 20′s and them big fat monkey nuts

Huh,
Price so low that it comin’ through snow
Standin’ at the store and I’m selling yae-yo
Bought a brick yesterday got a full way to go
On the highway everything got to go
Fifty on the table, a hundred on the floor
Middle of the summer but I’m'a make it snow
Like a chill pet my money don’t grow
Still servin’ niggers through my burglar bars though
Shorty G’s and a little afro
8 ball check it and the flow stash milks
I don’t get credit that’s how niggers get killed
And if you got a tilt then your car get pelt
17 going to the 5-5-9
Like a blind man I don’t see no lines
Thirteen when the nigger did his first crime
Eighteen when the nigger bought his first 9
If I don’t fly then the show ain’t flying
Picking up dope but the J’s keep buying
Rob a Q lurk and I know they trying
Try Gucci Mane their ass be dying
Let me take you back in time
Let Gucci Mane refresh your mind
I’m a dope boss they on my grind
I could pluck you so hard!

When I first started back in 1995
I wasn’t moving keys, I was buying 1.5
I started coming up
Junkies recognize of my face
Paid a quarter million dollars just to beat a murder case
They used to run up on me, be like “Gucci what you know? ”
I tell them “get this glass and get the fuck away from me hoe”
And everywhere I go it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I had those 20′s and them big fat monkey nuts

Ain’t no more to say!
Yo Gucci!
I can’t hear all these haters man
They got to speak up
I’m 30000 feet in the air nigger
Flying over your city to pick up a band
Whatchyou doin? Ha ha ha ha

GUCCI MANE feat. Birdman – Anytime You Ready

[Gucci Mane:]
Well, it take money to make money
That’s why I make money
Need some today so
I’m a go take they money
Flip money, I weigh money
Hundred grand, that’s play money
Counterfeit, that’s fake money
Law city, that’s Blake money
Cash money, that drake money
Broke niggas, they hate money
Rappers they get slain money
Gucci Mane, I say money
[?] in your face money
Brick squad we taste money
Gold diggers they chase money
Rich niggas! We waste money!
Street smart, I know money
Y’all niggas got no money
Still making that slow money
Hide cause you owe money
Pimp niggas get ho money
Scared money don’t make money
Big Meech, I blow money
Y’all niggas is so funny

[Hook:]
It take money to make money
Anytime you ready [x3]
Wanna race nigga, wanna gamble?
Anytime you ready [x3]
Like shopping, like travel?
Anytime you ready [x3]
I could hit the club and go crazy
Anytime you ready [x3]

Got money I said it
Pretty sport we ain’t petty
I’m so big headed, hundred eighty grand on my chevy
Go broke, won’t let it
Swag sick can’t help it
For magic goons I meant it
It’s a drumma track an it’s empty
Hood nigga with credit
Bills, I don’t sweat it
Cash I go get it
But these broke niggas pathetic
Rich niggas go get it
Bitch niggas get jealous
Drop money, I’m careless
It’s all mine, I’m selfish
Your money home, you napping
Broke nigga can’t help it
Ball hard, I’m wealthy
Thank God I’m healthy
From the jet way to the jet-ski
Aren’t you glad you met me?
Haters said they don’t like me
But they gotta respect me!

[Hook]

[Birdman:]
G nigga, about paper
Them niggas getting the vapor
We them niggas flipping that money
And them other niggas be fakers
High roller we shot call
Real nigga we been balling
Pussy nigga catch a sideline and
Watching niggas who both balling
Hustle nigga my own line
Pussy niggas get flat-line
Money nigga, get all the time
New whip, for the sunshine
Hustle with my balling nigga
Cooking up them quarter, nigga
Stepping up them order niggas
Getting it out that water nigga
Rich game, my rich gang nigga
Feline and my wrist game nigga
Weed niggas getting rich game
We the niggas flipping the wrist game
Key nigga, we move blood
Get it from the G blood
Uptown, we feed bloods
Feed a nigga a dope plug

[Hook]

GUCCI MANE – Big Boss Meech Speaks (Intro)

Holiday season
This the New Year twenty twelve
The boss of all bosses
The real Big Meech
Rocking with the homies
Gucci let no man separate what we create
From every hood to Hollywood
Coming to a ghetto near you
Death this whole dishonor
The greatest show on earth
After us it will be no others
It is we got ‘em
Death is streets on live homie
You know what I’m saying?
Keep doing what you doing
You know what I’m saying?
Because that’s what time it is
We gotta keep the real out there pumping
Real is here to stay
When you’re here to stay you ain’t gotta come back
Free Big Meech and see the streets
Aka the BMF stimulus package one