Lyrics:
Damn Gucci Mane, you so unruly
If I'm standing in ya way, then pussy nigga
Come move me 10-17, yeah that's my movement
Got 10 young killers on the back
Gucci mane
Two things
Trap house
Gucci mane in the building (Gucci, Gucci)
Laflare, big kat (laflare)
Say we got it like that (like that)
die by the gun (baow)
Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done
My nigga got bond and he went on the run (go)
Got my roof in the trunk and my trunk
glasses, Ferragamo belt, I'm Gucci Mane XL
YSL with the new Gazelles that match my blue Chevelle
Bitches laughing like I'm Dave Chappelle 'cause I stay
Trap boys get bricks athletes gets trophies
Gucci mane get cake its my birthday party
Want a sweet sixteen thats two times forty
Watch look like
is grass
Uhhhh
I'm from the hood I'll punch your lights out
I took your jewelry, now I'm iced out (icy icy)
Gucci Mane got that 'caine in
I
'bout to go Gucci Mane
On a choppa rant
On a choppa rant
Still-a in that trap getting guap
Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba
I be rap-rapping
brick gucci
Dime piece time piece got my swiss movin'
Swiss cheese out a hater if he act foolish
Swizz beats gucci mane call it trap music
I think I
It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine"
It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame
We flying, we buying, say you got more bird?
brick (Aye!)
Quarter pound, half a pound
Whole pound (Okay!)
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major
Weight
JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
through traffic
It's Gucci Mane, you bastard
And I'm a known shoe-addict
Got em fallin out the attic
I'm a real hood classic
Zaythoven is nasty
Teamed
Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin
Ridin in my drop but I don't
popped this summer (Gucci)
Sometimes I, I feel good
I be in the hood, I just ride by
Sometimes I, I feel bad
I be in the hood, might do a drive-by
[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'
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
[Chorus]
I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off
50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, rick ross
In the trap house, in the trap house
In the trap house, Gucci Mane, check it
Choppa on the floor, pistol on the coach
Hood rich so I never had
without ya girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper, whoa
Lets get it poppin', whoa
Gucci
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she
(fired)
On to the next one
More fish in the sea (more fish in the sea)
Girls are like buses (buses)
Miss one, next fifteen, one comin' (ha)
Gucci Mane
I'll cut out your tongue
Me and Ox, man we murder fo' fun
Talk talk bad man, come get murdered fo' fun
The Gucci Mane, man I murder fo' fun
See my
neva seen a chick wit a body like that
Gucci Mane Lil Flap bitch I got it like that
Stuntin in the club wit my nigga Big Kap
Made the waitress come
dont ask her once again they
at my hotel going in gucci mane be going in f*ck your
throat go again dj hit my hoe again tell me what you
recommend i put
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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