Lyrics:
[Chorus]
I'm so motherfuckin' turned up right now (volume)
Someone please turn Gucci mane down (volume)
Bricksquad thugged out we don't give
I guess shorty mad he don't got you no more (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
So just like Pinocchio, his nose gon' grow (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
Gucci Mane, Mariah
I guess shorty mad he don't got you no more (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
So just like Pinocchio, his nose gon' grow (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
Gucci Mane, Mariah
Cartier with clear lenses please don't cloud my vision (yeah)
And don't nobody fuck with Gucci Mane kitchen (skrrt)
Gucci Mane and Tiggy man this classic
My niggas out in Zone 6, soul food, no sushi mayne
Cookin' up the whole thing for Snoop Dogg and Gucci Mane
My home girls out in Brooklyn, bad lil'
break from all that working kind of girl
Leave that nigga alone if it ain't worth it kinda of girl
Leave it alone
But I need you back home
Add em up
Add
do it
Then really she useless
Ima Full time swiper
But I'm stuck in this music
I came up bumping
That gucci and boosie
Niggas with attitude
But
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
Dripped out yeah call it ice cream
Feel like Gucci Mane
We stay Gucci Mane
Yeah that been the plan
I just walked in
And you know we lit
Came through with
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
while dippin' it
If I walk the walk, talk the talk, sling therapy
If I spit what I knew then the courts would burn me
Feds'll lock me up and throw
know I'm the one when you subtract the numbers
And add up the comas
I ain't for no drama
But fuck it I'll bomb first
Lower ya net worth
Aim at neck first
gucci bitches be thinking i want um
But i do not want that damn coochy
Ugghhh i do not want that damn coochy
She flexing she broke she a floosie i do
Lungs tired from choking
Like woo
Pass it nigga
Roll it up
Ima blaze it
You got it nigga
Smoking on that DOJA
Bout to lose all my composure
Mane I'm
the snow to the 4 I be livin it up
Niggas I really don't trust
Keeping it pimping wit me is a must
Sipping this drank I be pouring it up
Mane I'm popping
yourself to blame
I actually like the hate
That's my profit mane
All Gucci to the socks
Like Gucci mane
Gucci Gucci Gucci Gucci gang
Like Gucci gang
But
ya bluffing, 5 heart beat gucci mane David Ruffin, I pull up to ya bi**h house so iced out, shinning like a light house my birds down the tree house,
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
cye back at it with some moe work mane But we leaving this here for Kendra this time
cye Happy Birthday Kenda
You spoiled a hunned times over
You
break down that swisher
I'ma fill it up wit weed, I'ma blow it like a mista
Ain't no smokin' wit me mane, ain't no smokin' wit me mista
When you leave
put your pop on Fox Five (pop), Mr. Eleven alive
My hood bang B's like a hive (wow), they might shoot dice with your life
It's suicide, you try Gucci
o'clock maintains in the game
Bring the pain, the smokin' method, mane
It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you change
"I don't see anything that could stand in our way..."
(I'm petty) Got my Gucci sneak's on
Gucci tee on, get my Gucci freak on
Everything I wear
Live life in the fast lane
Don't you know what happen
Deep up in the cash game
This ain't from no rapping
Gotta watch ya back mane
Niggas get
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