Lyrics:
with the gang
You know I'm not gonna beg
Get the bag like Gucci Mane
They told me to back it up
"You ain't gon stack it up"
They be like, "Jack attack,
expect nothin from no guy
She plays aggressive but she's still shy
But you'll never know her softer side, by lookin' in her eyes
Knowin' she can do for
Ocean Drive, so I keep it MIA (O oh)
Johnny Dang, I keep that in my chain
(That on my chain)
That's that blade, I feel like Gucci Mane
(Feel like Gucci
Tell me you love me shawty, I put more pearls on your body, I get withdrawals when you call me.
Sipping on wock by the liter, I’m powered up just
of love, no lie
Appreciate you more, as time goes by
When it's truly true, it don't die
I see you in L.A., I see you in NY
I see you in the A, I see you
that Gucci Mane (baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey)
Yeah, yeah (hey)
If I need some racks, I'ma flip me some packs
I talk like I want
off just like a biscuit
Gucci Mane you pussies better bring security
Pitty you don't pitty me boy
Go join a sorority
So Icey the minority, it's Gucci
showered off that jail smell (they can't kick 'em up, nigga)
Mike Will, B-Gizzle, Gucci Mane
This what the streets wanted to hear
This shit too real
The pass of your poem is to sway me in your knowing
And the beauty of the word is that you don't have to show it
Oh Academia, you can pick me up, soothe me
a milli' just in case I saw somebody
I took the whole Gucci store and put it in my closet
Like a walking water fountain, it's like I broke the faucet
Back to the old Gucci, beat it like you stole somethin' (skrrt)
I'm on the stove top, whippin' up a whole somethin' (skrrt)
Still got my old gun
A-Town do it don't stop, you was sorta rich (yeah)
You niggas missed the bank by a quarter inch (yeah)
I'm hoppin' out the coupe with my titties
how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Yeah
Chef, what's happenin', Ghost, what's up?
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
Gucci on I'm a so icy boy just like Gucci mane
& I'm so fly up in my Gucci you would of thought I was a pilot of Gucci plane
& the way how I ride out in
Count up yo blessings
Run up a check smoke a square get the message
Heaven oh heaven oh
Is you like real
All the shit that I feel is it god or my
how to act, mane
I did what I had to do when the pack came
Yeah
Chef, what's happenin', Ghost, what's up?
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
laughing, my plaques' from album sales
Y'all is ringtone platinum, but ninety-nine cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em
The new young Prince
and get this (it's big Gucci)
L-O-L smiley face, L-O-L smiley face (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
See now my shorty text me, send your boy a smiley face (huh)
Abracadabra, I turned myself into a millionaire
I wore some Gucci to your mama house just to leave it there
Riverdale, he was there, she was there, you
the Gucci store and spaz
I was on my last, last
I was running from the drug test
Count it up on my iPad
They was already hating on us anyway
We need
Zee
Drip
Money
Gucci
Zay
Evil Genius
Yeah
(Zaytoven)
Time flies by when you really gettin' money (money)
Nigga tryna keep up with me,
to the gang, black Wall Street
Shark blue coupe with the shark fin
What's that on your neck that can't get it off yeah
Gucci Mane and Don
Catch me falling
I got a busted on my neck and it dance high yeah
High and switching up my game so I’m fly as hell yeah
If it’s a AP and it’s plain I won’t buy it
I
to fit in, it's a dead end
I heard the feds on me
You came to a dead end (what?)
They heard that Gucci Mane just
Bust a nigga head in (woo)
And I
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