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Radric Devonte Davis (born February 12, 1980) better known by his stage name Gucci Mane, is an American rapper. He debuted in 2005 with Trap House followed by Hard to Kill in 2006, Trap-A-Thon and Back to the Trap House in 2007. In 2009, his second studio album The State vs. Radric Davis was released, and The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted was released in 2010, and is his highest charting album so far. Gucci Mane has released many other mixtapes and independent albums as well. more »

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1017 (bah)
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Big 1017 (ayy)
Hey (Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha), hey
Hey, hey

When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (uh)
Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet (grr)
Za hit the mail, come straight from the tropic
Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' (yeah)
She only ate the dick, but she still say it toxic
She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy
Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (nope)

Nah, she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these wallets
Broke down a boat just to smoke, yeah the hibachi
I ain't even need me a plug, I'm the whole damn socket
Came in, down-down, all these opps roadblockin'
Sippin' on Wocky, pop me a Roxie, know they gon' watch me
Built for this shit, nigga, how they gon' stop me?
I was just loadin' up shit on the dolly
I feel like fly, I don't need nobody
Big dawg, I'm for real, I don't need co-signin' (skrrt)
I'll get me 'Cat or a scat, no mileage (skrrt)
In the city where I'm from, we ain't have no God
Nigga play with who? Nigga play with Wop, know they dyin'
Might just go to war from get a .20, make it shine
I ain't never had shit, not a motherfuckin' dime
Wop got me out the trenches, had murder on my mind (Wop)
And the plug just called, said thirty on the line (uh)
Need a pill up in the East and need a pill up in the West
He ain't grab a two, then it's on to the next
Thirteen, with my daddy, watchin' niggas get finessed
On the first and the third, gettin' everybody checked
Make 'em block the wood again, gettin' everybody stretched
I done made it out, I made you f*ck-nigga neck
Don't know what I want, new jacket for Patek (flip)

When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket
Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet
Za hit the mail, come straight from the tropic
Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin'
She only ate the dick, but she still say it toxic
She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy
Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets

Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket
Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet (bling)
Za hit the mail, come straight from the tropic (yeah)
Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin'
She only ate the dick, but she still say it toxic
She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy (it's Gucci)
Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets (ha)

Can't nobody 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, get rich, go platinum (go, go)
I know the feds watchin', but 12 can't stop it 
The bills came in, I pulled up, go shoppin'
Pull up in a Dawn and the top still droppin' (The Dawn)
They let me outta jail and the price still hoppin' (Wop)
Cartel mailbox money, so dirty you could smell my money (ah)
I'm a crook 'bout money, if you owe me better pay my money
So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money
And I don't really need new friends
So please stop callin' me "twin," I'ma say that shit again (stop callin' me twin)
You ain't never killed no man
So you could never fit in my skin, it's Big Gucci Mane (it's Gucci)

Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket (ha)
Lookin' at this drip, you see a pool in the faucet
Za hit the mail, come straight from the tropic
Got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin'
She only ate the dick, but she still say it toxic
She know I got racks, so she do it more sloppy
Off a Percocet, I can't feel my body
But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets 

Same young nigga still post on a trick
On a plane with an opp, 'bout to go off in this shit
I don't even like flyin', can't move with a stick
Call my junkie out the junker, he gon' pull up with the stick
On the phone with him now, he gon' pull up by six
Talkin' 'bout tappin' in, I ain't tappin' in shit
You ain't tap in with me before a nigga rich
My homie poppin' Percocet, Doc said he had 'rette
Smokin' Wedding Cake, ain't nobody married in this bitch
From the street, now a nigga really married to this shit
I was broke than a bitch, now I'm havin' all the strip
Need blue cheese, sellin' it, now add it to the mix
Went for noodle with the crack stick, add it on the list
Got a Glock 17, nothin' added but a switch
Got this shit up out the mud, wouldn't hand it to a nigga
'Fore they label me a rat they gon' label me a killer

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