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Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
In the trap still countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
Said I
Dislodge bullets real fast what a chop' do (Blaow)
I'm Gucci Mane, LaFlare, I tote a glock like a cop do
We don't talk to strangers, we cop bangers
of the Hummer

Gucci, Gucci Mane the fly baby I'm that guy
Gurls' eyeballs pop when my lamb pass by
Huh? My money long as a limo
Just to show off I put my wrist
to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
turnin' shit down but my damn collar
Police pointin' at me, tryna snag me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar
Dog
of the Hummer

Gucci, Gucci Mane the fly baby I'm that guy
Gurls' eyeballs pop when my lamb pass by
Huh? My money long as a limo
Just to show off I put my wrist
of the Hummer

Gucci Mane Laflare baby I'm that guy
Girls eyeballs pop when my Lamb pass by
My money long as a limo just to show off I put my wrist
Out the window
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
thousand pillz man I'm so real
Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal

Ay whats up Gucci Mane. 
Why you sweatin so hard? 
Is you rolling
look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my
Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't
me
I know you hear me
That strong in, I know you smell me
Y'all niggas some fuck niggas, I know you tellin'
And I don't need ya, cause I'm a felon.
of the Hummer

Gucci Mane Laflare baby I'm that guy
Girls eyeballs pop when my Lamb pass by
My money long as a limo just to show off I put my wrist
Out the window
Gucci mane, getting white boy wasted
I tell a nigga break bread or take lead
I'm trying to get rid of this weight, K-Fed
Me and Bun got the gangsta
gifts
Mr. Magic and Marley gave radio a lift
You don't understand, but we do
That's why I'm tryin' to explain it to you
So sit back and listen,
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
live to retire
Cash flow extreme, dress code supreme, vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player, you know who I mean
  
High rollers

Yeah
To whom it may concern

[Chorus]
Why you ain't call me?
You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded
Why you ain't call me?
I
Wale and K'naan they don't know is they're radio 
How the hell did they fit the TV in the radio

They told me go in, no problem I'mma go in 
And shy
what? (Will you accept?)
Hell motherfuckin' yeah I'll accept, J-Ro? What's goin' on?
Whattup J? Shit, look

Why do every move I make I feel like
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
to sellin' Hemp Water
Man, I did an album with Cam
And woke up to a letter from Gucci Mane
Shits a trip, bring ice and Jack back
I miss talkin' to my
I came
If you don't know Plug Wonder Why is my name
Most recognized leo with my size in mane
Matter a fact track is simple and Plain
Cuz
I came
If you don't know Plug Wonder Why is my name
Most recognized leo with my size in mane
Matter a fact track is simple and Plain
Cuz
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme