Lyrics:
to violins
Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author
And I'm the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane's the father
An eight figure nigga just walked into Wal-Mart
If you
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
might be
Yeah!
Gucci Mane gotta lot of fame nigga get your mind right
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of Bud Light
Sell a cush by a bell so you
hog tied
Gucci Mane shotter, I'ma start a bonfire
Strapped with the FN, I don't need a fall guy
Standin' in the kitchen flippin' chickens just like
Cause it ain't gone end on the yellow brick road
came short wit the money they head on a pole
Caus mane on the streeetsss there ain't no peaceeee
OG in
You know by now, I want it more than anything
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in my head like a melody
I know you want it
Hah, go
Marii Beatz, turn me up
Guwop (Hah, Gucci)
It's Gucci (Gucci)
(Gucci, hah)
Dun D-D-D-Deal (ayy)
Hah
My bitch came off a boat, boat,
I'm Gucci Mane smokey smokey Bart chain
I get high when I'm having hard days
I really hate when I can feel my heart ache
Sometimes I wish I didn't
go 'head
Look pot of gold my clique name
Niggas tradin' souls for a bit of fame
Look, word to my pablo G gave me the game
I be up all night for this
girlfriend an autographed Gucci Mane poster
It ain't no motherfucking secret, hell yeah I got shooters
I'm the plug to the plug, I'm a goddamn booster
You
Jewelry game amazin', car game crazy (brr, brr)
Gucci Mane LaFlare walkin' 'round the city, say cheese
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ridin' with my
heads but mane they think im chill
Naw it ain't nobody safe
I can't trust nobody they all gon be fake
Im running up money my pockets can't break
And she
Everyday she walk by
See me on the same block
Same crew, like she never seen rocks
Chain watch, rims blue
Different color boots on, park Yukon
the games unfair
Gucci Mane La Flare
Who gives a care about niggas over there?
Shawty got a pear: apple with a gap
I think we make a pair
She like em from
pop shit the way I pop it
Million-dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' (bling)
Say he got money, where it went? What happened?
Sign with Gucci Mane
carats on my chest not pointers (brrr)
Paris Fashion Week, fresh like a foreigner (huh)
Nigga tried to rob me, now he a goner (whew)
Gucci Mane preach
schedule
I just want fifty-thousand in that bezel, park it old school in my new whip
Never trust these cameras, i go remix with my codeine never fuck with
me
They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
bullets - soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage - making havoc reaction fuckin' with me
Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite
the house (come on)
Is Brooklyn in the house? (That's right)
Uptown in the house (let's go)
Shaolin, are you in the house? (Don't stop)
Boogie Down, are
When that chopper going off
[Gucci Mane]
Back to the old Gucci, beat it like you stole somethin'
I'm on the stove top whippin' up a whole somethin'
When that chopper going off
[Gucci Mane]
Back to the old Gucci, beat it like you stole somethin'
I'm on the stove top whippin' up a whole somethin'
, go)
Gucci Mane and 1017, we got the crowd in a rage
Mr. Moreland Avenue, I trick your boy at The Blaze (Guwop)
That was back in the day, but I'm
a profit
But still I get watched by the folks mane
Gift & a curse I accept that I set niggas up for my set back right around the corner
Where the death
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