Lyrics:
East Atlanta, Zone 6, Gucci really rich
Plus, they keep bud in the kitchen, fuck some eggs and grits
Jimmy Henchman with the shipment, I sold a lot
a hurricane
My jeweler call me Noah's Ark, I'm floodin' everything
I'm standin' in the section by myself (it's Gucci)
I feel like Meech, a one-man BMF (free
Geah (echoes), Gucci (echoes)
Gucci Mane, LaFlare, yeah
(A lot of niggaz thought we couldn't have pulled it off Gucci)
(But, guess what, we here,
to disagree?
I'm from East Atlanta 6 where the boys dump bricks
But we don't bump the Blueprint 3
Wanna box me just like Max B
But you can't fuck me like
from the 6
I just pulled up in a Lambo on East Atlanta Day
Drop top don, nigga, East Atlanta Day
I got all my jewelry on, nigga, East Atlanta Day
ear lobe
Weirdo, weirdo, I'm a weirdo
Weirdo, weirdo, I'm a weirdo
Gucci mane, drummer boy
Dis here for da weirdos
Had it like a bag a dro
Flowin'
I'm back on road
If you wasn't there for me when I was all alone
Then bitch don't expect no love when I'm back
I'm just an East Atlanta nigga with
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
Valentine's
Ten in New York, it's nine Alabama time
Moved to A-T-L, the whole East Atlanta mine
Billion dollar deal, I signed on the dotted line
Gucci 'bout
Gucci mane so player
Reppin' east Atlanta that's ten minutes from Decatur
Almost match our cars
And our belts gon match our gators
You can't swag like
I'm so East Atlanta, still got all my old hammers
Take my 44 handle, shot through the door panel
Fuck all that rap beef, let's have a gun battle
2/12 they birthed me, now find me in Miami
East Atlanta with me, always to the Grammys
This time? Big bucks, no Whammies
My trunk slammin, my track
East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves that's three
Ain't no waffle house baby hell I can't eat
Gucci hood like your hoodman he's so
stupid kush like I'm in a rush
In the club with a half a pound, 150 blunts
Zone 6, East Atlanta's own, fuck with Nia Long
So I shine like it's showtime,
Wop
808 Mafia
Southside and East Side
Gucci (We an army)
They call me pea coat shawty, left wrist eight-forty (whoa)
Gucci Mane home balling
he a d-boy but really he's a scammer baby
I'm from east Atlanta by way of Alabama baby
Took so many bricks to 'Bama my pic should be laminated
I
city the city boy
So icy so no Nike boy just Gucci Louis Prada excuse me
Gucci mane keep shittin' on me why that boy keep buying jewelry
East Atlanta
wasn't wearin' no panties
Last time I went to Vegas, spent 200k gamblin'
I'm just an east Atlanta nigga servin' junkies in Chamberlain
The last time I
Zaytoven
Huh
Brr
East Atlanta Santa
Trap Holizay
Ziggy
Zaytoven
Funky Fingers
The man of many aliases
My partner
Zay, this right here's
trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her panty hose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know
she kidnap but she ain't even trippin
So when Gucci mane call it no mystery
She kno' she kidnap she ain't even trippin'
Her brain is super she
as a broom, it can kill a reindeer (yeah)
Before you came here we was sellin' 'caine here (skrrt)
Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here (nah)
Then
city the city boy
So icy so no Nike boy just Gucci Louis Prada excuse me
Gucci mane keep shittin' on me why that boy keep buying jewelry
East Atlanta
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