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the herd 
The messiah of rap 
I make em wanna live my words 
We came from the curb 
I ride by myself I don't know who trust 
Fuck a mooley up then pull off

Birds)

What happen to dat boy
Tell me what just happened to that boi
Bitch ion know I ain't sayin shit that ain't my biz you niggas fishy like some Coi

talking bout?

By the shore I'm still on one
Squad been collect funds
Bank of America, Chase, Fargo, all 'em
How long your racks go?
I see her move slow
She

When I roll that Dutchie
Grab my piece of the pie
Eyes been on prize
Tell them boys they don’t want nada
That’s a promise
On my mama and that sopressata

someone tell these suckas fall out
I'm next to show y'all what I'm all about
Pussy ass rappers boutta get called out
Hear em throwing tantrums when they

Double G no Gucci Mane you can’t clone me
Don’t need nobody walk around by my lonely
Nobody fucking with me
Double cup I got my honey with me
Anybody can

me lacking thats absurd
So icy make gucci mane say burr
Yurr
Bodega boys while i shop for toys
A good dom stays on the job
You'd be amazed what a man

get the fuck)
Fresh what you tell him?
He say fuck em we get busier (You know that, know that, know that)
Yeah
Fuck them niggas feelings I came out

getting started, you already finished
I'm smoking some dopey, it got me so lost
This is designer, can tell by the cost
Drip in some Chrome, I ain't rocking

Chickens

Boy, you know where to go at. Stop playin.

Wally Wally then


On deck and I got it for the Low
You know where to go
I could do a half or a whole

My new found pension
I ain't gotta listen
Other ways to pay attention
Look'em inna eyes
Garuntee you see the tension
Neeedless just to mention I've

a L, you is not a g
Trying to level up my smell, I might cop gold by commodity
They be hating I can tell, but that's probably cause I got 'em beat
New

want a good life
Yeah, Yeah
Gucci on the way
Yeah, you gotta pay
C'mon, can't you stay
When you standing by my side yeah
Girl you know that you cannot

If they penetratin  
You up in ya shit 
Don’t you spit 
On this generation 

Pull up in a drive by 
Ima wet uncle sam wit the glock 9
Like a slave boy

Live in every moment so I don’t mind it as much 
Why not live it up
When I step it’s Gucci Louis Prada 
Ten toes down you can tell by my persona
I lay

a fuck
Exploding on every track
Excuse me while I self-destruct
The best at this rap shit
Can't yo tell by my presence
If you look for the God mc
I'm

goin be Gucci
Yeah he talkin like a vet but on the real he a newbie
Spark em up like BIC
watch it spit like a lougie
You can think imma bitch but watch

her legs divided
Imma take your bitch to Ruth's Chris, y'all gon' go to Sonic
Pop a Perc and I get too high, I be floatin' by 'em
Nah brodie that ain't

the motto
I'm gettin' guala, we die by dollars and make em holler
Gucci on collar My pants Prada from Remy Dada, go' ask the hood
I'm notorious like I'm

off it, that shit
But it's all gucci
Probably in the cuzzi' coolin'
Ray Chris what you doing?
Going stupid
What I gotta do 
To make em' listen

Wit my mans
All y'all niggaz outta gas

My nigga stash
Countin cash
On her ass
Yea she do tha doggie dance

We drive by
Laser tag
Put 'em inna big boy

the laser
Im tempted to spray em'
We not gonna leave till he pay us
My diamonds, they look like some candy
I put that shit on whether it's now or later
Gucci

nice
Been rockin diamonds so much I had switch up the ice
Then call the lot up and tell em switch up the price
Ya know I'm coming at ya got you seein it

On the net he a killer
That boy pissed his pants
He got caught by a driller
Life is a movie
I really be poppin
She don't wanna fuck
I ain't trippin got options