[Chorus] I'm so motherfuckin' turned up right now (volume) Someone please turn Gucci mane down (volume) Bricksquad thugged out we don't give a fuck (volume) We hit the club,shoot the club, tear the club up (volume) So you should hit the floor get low and shut up (volume) Hit the floor get low and shut the fuck up (volume) Yous a bitch yous a snitch you a motherfuckin' scrub (volume) Yous a bitch yous a snitch you a motherfuckin' scrub (volume) I pulled up in a 4 door Porsche set trippin' 3 young dread head niggas ridin' wit' me I don't think they like me and I don't like em neither But if they move wrong I'll red up they white beater I do it for da hood I do it like no equal I do it for the red black yellow white people I just bought a kay Just the other day And I don't play with grown men I don't like to play I'm so motherfuckin' turned up right now Niggas hang on me I don't give a fuck right now Well you niggas keep on trying like the lil engine that could You think you can you think you could I think you pussies should [Chorus] Call me Gucci flocka flame I den changed my name Call me frenchie mane la flare gucc the kid its all the same I be runnin' gunnin' stuntin' with 100 killers ridin' You snitchin' bitchin' tattle tellin' scared to stand beside me I just bought another house just to house my goons So icy entertainment boy we just like a platoon The colors in my chain ? I'm with ? baby find that boy the June I wish they found him August so that's like tomuch too soon His face was swoll and puffy bout the color of a prune Bricksquad movement and no your not apart of it Me waka and woo juice and frenchie mane started it [Chorus] Iced out bar got me ballin' like the Lakers Homicide around the corner where you in Jamaica My volume on max you boys better run I'm a nigga with an attitude holdin' on the gun 17 niggas I left 16 hit last nigga hit the corner got his whole head split Told you your a goner ima leave you dead quick I'm like Wooh the kid thugged out we don't give a fuck Let your soul meet the sole of the bottom of my chucks Black car black tint with the baby tags stay low to the floor My midget out bag. My midget out the bag [Chorus]
Written by: ERIK ORTIZ, ERIK REYES ORTIZ, JUAQUIN MALPHURS, KEVIN CROWE, KEVIN DEAN CROWE, NYQUAN MALPHURS, RADRIC DAVIS, RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS
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