Publicity Stunt
Gucci Mane
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1017 (brr) He tryna pull a publicity stunt (damn) These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month Don't speak on my name, don't get put in a blunt You can diss all you want, still won't get a response (nah) It's still free the gang 'til they get out the joint (free 'em) Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just get to the point (slam) You wanna be me, I know what you want But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (nah) Live by the gun then you die by the gun (baow) Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done My nigga got bond and he went on the run (go) Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front Droppin' the ceilin', I'm thinkin' to dump Kill for a livin' and murder for fun We ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt (no) Nah, we ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt Why you diss me for publicity nigga? (Huh?) Is you in the streets or a industry nigga? (Well damn) Is you my fan or my enemy, nigga? My money too grown to be kiddin' with niggas (it long) I bidded with niggas, play talk on the bunk One nigga didn't pay, he got stabbed and runned up Say he my opp but try dappin' me up Give a round of applause 'cause we clappin' him up (clap) Trappers "R" Us, come in traffic with us Gon' finesse on your bitch, spend her taxes with us (nah) Say we the reason the prices went up I ran off on the plug and I doubled it up These old niggas just don't know when to shut up Better call yourself lucky if you walk on a crutch I got long arms, I can reach out and touch you We got them slingers, they send off to Russia Ain't no disputin', I kill like I'm Putin Got a truck full of shooters, I move like I'm Trump Soldiers thank God for me like I'm Obama Tried to go get some gas and got killed at the pump Say you got hits, but look, you in a slump Say that you rich but you live in a dump My Chico retarded, a switch on the pump (ugh) Tell him shoot when he open, he say he wanna dump He tryna pull a publicity stunt These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month (ugh) Don't speak on my name, don't get put in a blunt (shh) You can diss all you want, still won't get a response It's still free the gang 'til they get out the joint (free 'em) Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just get to the point (slam) You wanna be me, I know what you want (I know) But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (no) Live by the gun then you die by the gun (grraow) Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done (nah) My nigga got bond and he went on the run (go) Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front Droppin' the ceilin', I'm thinkin' to dump Kill for a livin' and murder for fun We ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt (no) Nah, we ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt It's free Pooh and Foo' 'til it's backwards, you bastards "Why you sign goons?" I don't f*ck with these rappers Most claim that they real, but they know they some cappers I take a trapper and I make 'em go platinum F*ck makin' excuses, I'm makin' it happen I put that shit on in spectacular fashion (I do) Trick on a bitch like I'm Robert Kardashian (I do) Makin' more money than you can imagine (I will) When you caught lackin', that's when they attackin' Thought I was splurgin', didn't know I was stackin' White and gold jewelry, they said I was tacky She gave me head and I gave her a rackie (woo) He came out his mouth, now he can't take it back Watch what you say, who you callin' a rat These niggas spread gossip then call it a fact 'Fore we give a statement, we'll lay on the mat (wow) Free all the soldiers who never roll over Who fightin' for their life, gotta sleep with a knife Dawg went to trial and they gave him a life But he won his appeal, now he covered in ice Young nigga mixin' codeine with his Sprite He gon' bust you on sight and get three hundred likes Shoutout to Adidas he steppin' for stripes I give back to the hood, I bought three hundred bikes (it's Gucci) He tryna pull a publicity stunt These rappers be pussy, they bleed once a month (ugh) Don't speak on my name, don't get put in a blunt (shh) You can diss all you want, still won't get a response It's still free the gang 'til they get out the joint (free 'em) Stop beatin' 'round the bush and just get to the point (slam) You wanna be me, I know what you want (I know) But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (damn) Live by the gun then you die by the gun Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done My nigga got bond and he went on the run (voom) Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk in the front Droppin' the ceilin', I'm thinkin' to dump Kill for a livin' and murder for fun We ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt Nah, we ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006 I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006 I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006 I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006 Well damn
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Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Radric Davis
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